CINEMATIC RAP (feat. WestsideJC)

Time machines back to back We posted up on the back Giving you the Cinematic Raps You see me floatin' in that Cadillac But they tried they hardest not to see it They got cataracts Been living my life and I'm having a blast Always make sure you got a stash Always gotta prove em wrong when they doubt Make it count Always smokin by the ounce Always gotta have that bounce Always got the toolie tucked with the bitch at sprouts Watch how I ball out It's gone be a shame Court side smelling like pack at the clippers game No i ain't famous just respected off my own name you ain't a Mac Just a goofy with some game Come at me wrong I let that tech flame Hit the Slauson white T cost me 550 Prolly in Daygo like where the hell is he Countin cheese Me and a baddie in the breeze You can do it too All you gotta do is believe It's JC, baby We get busy on back blocks Buncha have nots who talk through they teeth and get smacked up That tough talk only results in violent reactions I move silent and pass to my shooters like I'm Magic Machetes and Cuban links, espresso on a platter as we divi up the ends Ain't no hero's in this way of life you diggin' up ya friends Lost a couple to that blue steel, I stuck to the plan Far from a saint, but my pinky ring shine like heaven And my Nina make em reach for the sky like Beckham Pistol Pete in the Jeep, as I slide down Pelham Pro Chambers and baggy jeans I'm a fly future nineties kid, got it by any means Rare gems and minerals, portraying my residuals, write rhymes like a ritual and narrate the scene Like nothing you've ever seen I told westside on the westside I'm good like the East So if you need a plug just holla at Genovese If you need a plug just holla at...