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trinity - joss lyrics

thinking back while i’m just chilling at my pad
what if i had never put the pen to the pad?
ha, well then all this music prolly woulda made me mad
what if my mom had never cheated on my dad?
well then i don’t know where i’d be
but to be honest, prolly not as good musically
’cause struggles help push you from point a to b
and if i didn’t have any, wouldn’t be a good emcee
uh, and i can’t really fake it, that’s real emotion when i just fall on the pavement
i’m not gonna sit up here and just make a statement
that’s not what i’m tryna do, i don’t wanna be blatant
i’m not tryna impress you
i just wanna be noticed when i’m in the restroom like
“um, joss, is that you?”
holy sh-t i have some fans?
“yea, a couple few”
uh, my heart needs a flashlight
’cause i’m tryna find out who i was in my past life
maybe it’ll take six years, like half-life
maybe it’ll be right in my face like a bagpipe
but whatever the catch be, the game won’t be the same after me, like an -ss bleed
after my album, all these labels trying to sn-tch me
but it’s research and development until my voice raspy
they blend in like they camo’d
when you look at me, you can tell that i’m going rambo
like vince said, these rappers doing the samo
i’m like aqib talib, i’ll leave yo chain broke
i know it’s a chill beat
but i still make it thrilling
got yo b-tch to feel me
climbing me like a building
and i keep refilling
all these beats are my k!llings
stack ’em up to the ceiling
then i’ll just start rebuilding
i wrote this directly after my album
’cause i’m in my prime, i’m hoping that’s the outcome
i ain’t tryna sign by an x like malcolm
where are the real artists ’cause i can’t point out one
if you don’t take me serious then you done f-cked up
i’ll leave ya just like your j’s, scuffed up
and i’ll f-ck your b-tch like the game does, b-tt up
i wish you would take like helen keller, and shut up

slow it down, don’t come around my town
leave you with your pants down
the crowd, they put they hands down when you came ’round
and they all frown, ’cause yo sh-t don’t bounce
and you looking like a clown
you want me to count down?
yo career be ending now
’bout to shut your system down
why don’t you be p-ssed and frown?
if you don’t listen, you’ll drown
uh, i’m just tryna help you out
what you being hostile ’bout?
why don’t you just shut your mouth

i’ve taken a new form, i’ve upgraded
i don’t really give a f-ck if you been hating
but i made this beat bl–dy, just like it’s menstruating
if you don’t get my bars, yo brainstem is breaking
and that sh-t don’t surprise me
these beats were on a platter like they were appertizing
if you don’t get the message, then i’m bad at advertising
i own this whole f-cking thing like i was franchising
woo, and i made another basket
when i listen to you, all i really hear is wack sh-t
when you listen to me, you can really hear the p-ssion
and i don’t give a f-ck about the dough you stacking
and i’m spitting flames, my pen’s to blame, my pistol bangs at any motherf-cker tryna dish me pain
you’ll get p-ssed away, and i’ll fist your bae
and this is a day you can kiss away
’cause yo sh-t is stank and my sh-t is dank
huh? yea, what the f-ck you think, b-tch?
huh? what the f-ck you think, b-tch?
yea, what the f-ck you think you’re sh-t
aye, aye, yuh

- joss lyrics

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