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Yo I remember growing up listening to the blueprint Now I'm growing up and need Benjamin's with the blueprint I'm a new breed My synonym is a mutant I had to call god And hope he didn't refuse it Get hauled off If y'all step in the booth with me Y'all soft like both ends of a Q-tip No down time I stay scribbling music No punchlines I stay sending hadukens I'm on the top when I'm penning my rhymes But underground like where minerals lie I'm not a criminal guy but a nigga gotta Sin to survive and the incentive is the rent on my mind I better end up alive at the end when I'm tryna get rich Cuz 50 cent said you get it or die Even if I work for my shit, when I'm skirting the whip Watch the pigs still generalize Like god damn But it's J4ore Trying to touch more soles than a skateboard You should never be afraid just to be you F*ck that shouts out to the bass lord And just a quick small reminder With this spit called saliva I'm the pitfall of rhymers Just wait till I wake niggas up and they Tasting the beans in the coffee grinder It's 4ore I don't got time to wait or time to waste Stuck at square one and I ain't tryna stay If it's not right now then I'll find a way Rolling up good weed that's my kind of day Ayeee That's my kind of day Rolling up good weed that's my kind of day Ayeee That's my kind of day Rolling up good weed that's my kind of day I don't got time to wait or time to waste Stuck at square one and I ain't tryna stay If it's not right now then I'll find a way Rolling up good weed that's my kind of day Ayeee That's my kind of day Rolling up good weed that's my kind of day Ayeee That's my kind of day Rolling up good weed that's my kind of day I don't get it, man PNC got my bank account frozen cuz it's in the low digits man Cash flow dried up like rivers and No liquidity but they don't even give a damn No dough, no gold, no dividends Solo dolo, no giving hands Photo? No pose, f*ck Instagram No dro, no smoke, can I get a gram My flow is so dope just don't sniff it man On go like hobos I ain't sitting man All dro I don't pour I ain't sipping man On toes I don't fold, I stay rigid man One mission man Get Benjamin's Drive slow it's 5-0, in my vision man I'm so Picasso, with my pen in hand My foes can die slow, I won't miss em man But it's J4ore Trying to touch more soles than a skateboard You should never be afraid just to be you F*ck that shouts out to the bass lord And just a quick small reminder With this spit called saliva I'm the pitfall of rhymers Just wait till I wake niggas up and they Tasting the beans in the coffee grinder It's 4ore I don't got time to wait or time to waste Stuck at square one and I ain't tryna stay If it's not right now then I'll find a way Rolling up good weed that's my kind of day Ayeee That's my kind of day Rolling up good weed that's my kind of day Ayeee That's my kind of day Rolling up good weed that's my kind of day I don't got time to wait or time to waste Stuck at square one and I ain't tryna stay If it's not right now then I'll find a way Rolling up good weed that's my kind of day Ayeee That's my kind of day Rolling up good weed that's my kind of day Ayeee That's my kind of day Rolling up good weed that's my kind of day
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