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Eric Jerome Thomas
Eric Jerome Thomas
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JtheDJ’s
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Lyrics

Say you finna slide
Yeah but tell me with what ride?
Doing all this crime
When 12 ask, you tell them why
Say you finna slide
Yeah but tell me with what ride?
Say you doing all this crime?
When 12 ask, you tell them why
Ain't been on my side
You could stay there when my time come
I'm reaching for the sky
You could stay below the line huh
Smoking on this shit I got from Kimmy had me Gonzo
X'll mark the spot right on your chin just like Danzo
Water on me like I'm in the rain without a poncho
Balling and there ain't a number 2, no Lonzo
Had hoes I ain't recognize when I had Aeropostale
He ain't blicking back, and ain't ducking, I don't waddle
This is ain't no remote, cuz these ain't sticks that you could toggle
Tired of these clowns, man they all resemble Ronald
Only sipping with my ****, never catch me with a bottle
Love a ghetto woman, her persona like a model
The range is really high, they would mistake it for soprano
Said that I can't do it, look at my hands, are they tied? No
Tryna get the money, stack it for all mi hermanos
Buddy tapping buttons, he could hit you with a combo
Send shawty in she taking half of everything like Thanos
Puerto Rican in me sippin Rum and not Moscato
The water dripping off me, bless the team up with the puddles
Now the flow is steady, for my input, got a funnel
He a sailor boy, quacking, think his name is Donald
Cansao de trabajar si, pero no soy bagó
I apologize cuz my attendance leaves em startled
It went up and he went down, ig **** fumbled
Ass fat, big back, ass like a Tahoe
Very little chance that you see something that I don't
Havent hit bro with the ayeee, used to pass it 'round like Fonzy
They can do the same beat as me and still be sloppy
Tryna hit the sky like how the hell could niggs top me
Downside that's the only way that they can drop me
But let's see them do it, seeing red, doesn't stop me
Just like one eye sharingan these **** only copy
He can see the heat just like a purple bag of Takis
Protect you from the shadows, **** killing like Itachi
Mmm yeahhh
Even if he pulled up with his Posse
You see red skies, I see nothing but akatsuki
Me and B-Deuce said it 2018 we was zaucy
I be with the dub squad, you be with the lost team
I be icy, shawty chocolate, we can make a frosty
See me drippy like I been swimming with these across sea
See us on the road, tryna get away going high speed
Like, if I hit em with it, they won't need a Hospital
Or if I let 'em in too close, it won't be blockable
I make tough decisions, few decisions, don't seem optional
I been facing demons for my family like Tanjiro
That's just how I'm coming, I can't take another loss, it'll
Get me way too comfy, with being in this society
Dreams to be an artist, rappers dying, give anxiety
Where I grew, nobody fucked with me, like uzumaki
Such a humble ****, but they don't know what's Inside of me
Go back to the time I lost you
Moon spirit, like khonshu
Told me we would talk soon
Tried to raise the volume
They said it'll cost you
I was feeling awful
I'm not the common module
I'm like a walking monsoon
Uh uh
They say yeah these **** not you
Uh uh
Yeah these **** not you
Written by: Eric Jerome Thomas
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