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wonder freestyle - jari$ lyrics

[intro]
me and the beat…
3 minutes, yeah *

[verse 1]
i been cooking up and stirring up with the recipe
feeling extra see it’s more than you will just ever be
i be handing out l’s to anybody that be testing me
bars heavy, they screaming like they ready
when i’ve been tryna just do it but n0body ever check me
line up the whole body das how earned my stripes get me
they can’t shake me, never will ever break me
no burner on my waist never scared if they gon take me
don’t be telling me secrets just to confirm a witness
karma will handle anybody that’s moving suspicious
i only neutralize the energy i never come through malicious
you only avoid conversations when you know it’s tension
if it’s funk then i better see you in the street and not in my mentions
you only clout chasing you do this sh*t for attention
a lot of the times homie that is just the case
never say behind my back what i can say to your face
got a lot of these rappers lapped, they running the wrong race
you real p*ssy, telling me who i should be
they only see clips of you but homie i am the movie
crazy mc never fearing how a sucka would do me
i can out spit any other rapper in my city
flowing just so swiftly, lyrics be so witty
i’m really widit, they never can just admit it
i be in the game spitting, they know that i be k!lling
i earned my stripes like i was chicken breast grilling
touch me that’s six dots on your head, word to krillin
go against me then you lost homie it’s just given
i just spit a hot 40 or something and none of it was written
people be freestyling with sh*t they practice over and over
but what’s a pen to the hova, to the haters i will scold ya
to anybody tryna run up on me i will fold ya
[verse 2]
scary ass dudes that always tryna flex
till they run into my crew and all of em get pressed
i’m bout action, p*ssy i’m old fashioned
i got enough for anybody homie i made rations
nice tactics, i’m scary when i’m alone
when i start to retract that’s when they dial my phone
cause they realize that i’m doing this on my own
but haters wanna remind me saying homie we need you
heineken bottle lifestyle you b*tches is all see through
why y’all calling these artists legends
when they’re just some ordinary people?
i’m in pain for you thinking i wouldn’t win though
double that my sh*t was strong
enough to hold when the wind blows
shatter these haters hearts
while looking out my window
never try to flex homie
i promise it’s just my ignorance
i’m moving through all militant
homies at least a few strapped when we in the mix
god d*mn i got this running like a d1 scrimmage
you ain’t never pass me the ball
cause i am your spitting image
of all the things you could’ve done but you didn’t
500 words in the future i spit like i’m reminiscing
that should show you at least the numbers remained consistent
i’m good with everybody i don’t got to hide my friendships
i count while i spit my brain is just always working
this sh*t is so concerning, handle my problems like irving
you b*tches is serpents never putting the work in
i oughta knock you out just to wake you back up and slap you
act like he don’t know if i circle a*round then i’m coming at you
no ‘matic i keep blades and keys just incase i gotta stab you
tryna test my gangsta i leave you frozen like them statues
b*tch *

- jari lyrics

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