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who is this? - jacob daley lyrics

(verse 1)
i can’t take no
pride over victories
on guys in the little leagues
bigger fish to fry
over rice
with a lemon squeeze
big shot
coming with all the artillery
inside his mind
god level melodies
when i hit my
dougie walking to the beat
i got big time
john wall energy
pom poms up
for the rap john kennedy
(they ain’t on my team)
ok then all y’all enemies
(they be like)
how’d he come up with the rap lines
when his sat
looks like a bedtime
when it’s that time
make the wav. file flatline
16s like wagyu in the castiron
you don’t wanna
you don’t wanna see my badside
hopping off the redline
i’m feeling baptized
capsize
known to sink ships
known to crack ties
sweet escape
you can hear the bass when i pass by
(chorus)
well who is this
saying stupid sh*t on the fm?
i don’t think they understand
running like a wanted man
who is this saying stupid sh*t
on the fm?
big bag talk
real good banter

(verse 2)
ok ok
state lines ain’t a thing
purple tree remedy
make all of the beats
in the headphones heavenly
you can steal the flow
but the rest sold seperately
xo signatures
checks gon’ ven aqui
get your hands
off the family recipe
do the shmoney dance
when i land in the luxury
simply put
i do this sh*t differently
it’s the little things
mix the chaos with the chemistry
mess with the orderly
real with the wizardry
physically, medically
an anomaly they ain’t seen a 6 foot
giant out the philipines
down from the chesapeake
now he’s a center piece
militantly i move like a millipede
millis on the way
i’m bobby brown
i don’t miss a beat
loud when i hit the stage
crowd on the edge of seats
terror of the town
making sounds in a different league
big bounce making waves
through the wav. files
it’s a big diff’
big dog on the greyhound
paving ways out
shake and bake
making plays now
every 8 count
venues gotta
now they gotta pay out
several dollars
i do zelle or paypal
got the plates on delay
i make every day count
jacob raps on the way
what they finna say now?
(chorus)
well who is this
saying stupid sh*t on the fm?
i don’t think they understand
running like a wanted man
who is this saying stupid sh*t
on the fm?

[part 2: who is that?]

(verse 3)
ayyyee dog
who is that riding?
cuz it looks like the messaiah
part my hair right down the middle
look like moses with the tide
i cut through
never boring
see the moral of the story is
that i’m a hurricane category 6
i don’t have no bandwagon fans
did a show for about 10 people
but i still made it look regal
i was sweating made the white tee see through
let the right man lead you
way i light up stages
it feels quite illegal
wipe the
easel
i’m a different breed too
big bully hit the boulevard
shaq diesel
ain’t done nothing yet
this a preview to the prequel
i write poems in my passtimes
punctuated pieces
10*4 to my*
(chorus)
move like n0bodies looking
oh now im cooking when i move
through this side of brooklyn
won’t leave a footprint
but i stand out
(whats up?)
understand now
(whats up?)
please don’t walk up to me
with your hands out
it’s a landslide
stand by
i just can not
leave it up to chance now

(verse 4: saidou)
i rather leave it to applying pressure
unless god wanna come
and make my life a little better
with a little kiss from lady luck
to get me and my partners up
benni*hanna
when we wanna
and we staining
fendi’s and pradas
and every designer
that make you say
d*mn
get that kid a [?]stick
for his louis pants
and i got these sh*ts imported from j*pan
aww mann
you see
these the rich n*gga problems
that i will f*cking die for
buy sh*t
break sh*t
then go and buy more
i’m a ignorant consumerist
and this is my dream
i’ma get that sh*t by any means

- jacob daley lyrics

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