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back on the market - j lye lyrics

chorus:
i wake up in the morning point my hands to god (hands to god)
i know i’m gonna make it i’ve been working hard (working hard)
they’re lying on the king, they try to leave me scarred (leave me scarred)
you try to f-ck with me, you’re gonna lose a lot (lose a lot)

verse 1 (j. lye):
back on my sh-t and i’m here with my n-gg-s that know that i’m real
all of these women, they’re coming for me just to see how it feels
i’m calling up tim cause i heard about stizz, congrats on the deal
i’m bringing it home and i’m rounding the base, so look out for the steal
you know that i’m hot, saying my name, well your stirring the pot
i was selling the weed, you were smoking the rock, i was f-cking your girl, i would do it a lot
looking for me when you out on the town, leave you departed if you come around
said i’m a king so she hand me the crown, and she losing her gown when she hearing my sound
man, try to be friendly, but you’re on your period trying to end me
i’m looking at you, but you’re green with the envy, you’re acting at lot, we should get you an emmy
d-mn, d-mn, i am ready, ain’t put a tape out since i was like twenty
look at the rappers, man i don’t see many, look at the talent, man i don’t see any
value myself like i’m gold, and you’re penny, pardon my thoughts, i’ve been drinking some henny
best of all time so they’re calling me messi, when this alb-m comes, they gon’ drop the confetti
i am not here for the games, i am not here for the praise
i am just here to amaze, get through the maze, looking to god like i’m mase
screaming out looks what he made

verse 2 (j. lye):
out here in south beach a lot on my plate
with a girl from the voice and she calls me her date
man she can sing, but i wonder her weight, cause i’m lifting her up in the shower at 8
hit a falsetto, the neighbors complain, we never had met but they now know my name
she didn’t move on, same level on fame, i’m leaving her soon, same level of pain
give her the real and i see the effect, and i’m never surprised if i see they’re impressed
all try to friend me, ignore the request, cause i don’t need their pictures, i’ve seen them undressed
got the same aim, but i’m hitting the target, and you can say hi if i see you at target
and you can say hi if you see me at harvard, i don’t give a f-ck cause i’m back on the on the market
whatup bridge? whatup ville? back in the bean here to bring a mill
might just call bean if i need a k!ll (yeah), might just call bean if i need a deal (yeah)
sh-t, swear that my team is the realist so i am not here with a fake
but its an emergency every time you see me slam on the brake
speeding away, back in the kitchen i’m weighing the bud from my mothers connect
stacking the cash, i don’t need me a check, and they knocked on my door, i said give me a sec
living a life and it’s full of regrets, i call it a movie no special effects
they’re coming to you if they’re looking for less, and they’re coming to me when i’m screaming out next (next)

verse 3 (yung bean):
ayo j. lye i got you homie, its yung, yeah

life that i’m living, i probably won’t make it
i’m stacking them hundreds, that moneys contagious
my squad on the top, but we came from the bas-m-nt
f-cking yo b-tch, now she rocking the latest
smoking that purp like i play for the lakers
percs and lean thats my medicine
i’m on the block with them toolies, berettas is
i don’t need friends, all i need is dead presidents
smoking that loud thats that president, i need a rollie, that president
my shooters shoot, don’t leave evidence, you boys is p-ssy, that’s evident
i keep it 100, f-ck if they hate it or love it, we came a long way from juggin
thats on my mom and my brother, i made it straight out the gutter (i did)
mob to the day that i’m gone, i f-cked that thot, did her wrong
i never needed you bro, i did it all on my own
ran up that check on my own, i was a threat on my own
had on that tec on my own, you can get wet if you want
no frauds, thats on god, that i will die for my whole squad
no handouts giving no love, no handouts giving no love
whatup lye? whatup clide? stil screaming out f-ck the other side
whatup lye? whatup clide? stil screaming out f-ck the other side

- j lye lyrics

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