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2. the runner - jay shades lyrics

[interlude]
(akil)
how is music in everyday life?
sh-t
what is
what music can be
and is what music actually is
and we also have to consider the laws of society
that
the music is housed within
and
the political circ-mstances
and the power structures
that
are doing the actual distribution of the music
and doing the actual production
for m-ss consumption of the music too

[intro]
(jay)
-radio chatter-
j-a-y

no more trap
no more trap
na na
no more trap

[verse]
blam
disrespect
no love on the gram
what in the h-ll
do u kno who i am?
ringing her bell
we can call it her jam
i never fall
but these hoes i can’t stand
it’s impossible man
i been tryna cram
like a sh-t load of plans
on my calendar and
my baby, she crack to a fean
f-ck it i dress her
not talking about fran
if u kno what i mean
fuego the gang and i’ll die for my team
cutl-ss in dreams
and it rides with a lean
as hot as it seems
when she rides it she creams
flawless like goddess
rocking my threads and feeling my themes
no, she don’t sparkle
she shines and she gleams
yuh

[hook]
-radio chatter-
no more trap
no more trap
na na
no more trap

[verse 2]
subject switched like the bell rang
if u can’t get by
with a job why
not be the next guy
to go sell thangs
i’m drip drip b-tch
you’re melting
bet you gon see what this h-ll brings
yuh

jay shades made this hoe
radioactive b-tch, i glow
fatal attraction
i got yo hoe gasping
when she finds out that i’m packing
no i’m not talking about blasting
get my chick to
spit wit the freaky sh-t
then
she toot it up so i can blow her back in

[verse 3]
(nemo)
ha

ayo me and jay too hot

on god

no more of trap
b-tch it be throwing it back
i got the cash in the bag
girl and go hop on some bands
forget what it says
girl jus offering neck
like ha
no
please just leave me alone
gotta go smoke the gr-ss
spending racks
spending it all
it’s all in the past
facts
me and jay go straight on beat
like b-tch oh it’s hot
pull up i carry the glock
done with ya hoe she a thot
got a log right on my guap
double my flip u go flop
internet talk
y’all got a rocket step up
going up straight to the top

hoe i’m with it
if u tripping let me know
gotta a pound up in the whip and we just blowing smoke
smoking on that dope tree and we sipping on patrón
yuh

- jay shades lyrics

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