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jack of all trades - ro-b. z. & zexus lyrics

[intro: ro*b. z.]
swear to god bro, y’all got me f*cked up, i swear to god
like, telling me and my homies that we’ll never make it big
we’ll never meet our idols, we’ll never do sh*t?!
you know what, f*ck this and f*ck you!
now i have to murder this beat, that i prolly spent like 2 or 3 days on
but f*ck it, i’ll murder this, and i’ll show y’all uninspired little boys
that we’ll f*cking murder you when it comes to this sh*t!
(jack of all trades, but a master of none!)

[verse 1: ro*b. z.]
how can you say i can’t reach for the stars
when all that i do is beat all the odds
remember as a teen just learning to rap
back when jj was beefing with quad (bra!)
take it to 2019, when i dropped my first song
my biggest goal was a cosign from a bot
but take a look at me now
seeds grew into flowers
went from being ghosted by (shh!) to
cosigned by crypt (what?), close friends with samad (okay!)
got my inner circle taking influence from me in some of their songs
i been on my demon sh*t for the past 2 years (bra, bra, bra!)
yet i still cannot do no wrong
tell me who can rap, sing, scream, mix, master, and produce in all of his songs (wooo!)
i bet their vision isn’t even 20/20, b*tch, i can see above and beyond (bra, bra, bra!)
so it’s f*ck an eye chart, y’all need glasses
just to see the goals that you have for your songs
y’all so afraid to go on past the fundamentals (whoo, whoo)
i been taking my sh*t to a whole ‘nother level (whoo, whoo)
i been breaking boundaries with every d*mn endeavor (whoo, whoo)
i might f*ck around and change the game forever (whoo, woo, woo, woo!)
while y’all still watch from the sidelines
no legacy for your nine lives
these p*ssies wanna gatekeep
so all their fans went and cut ties
so now i see yo ass under every post
like you was zaqq or mabu under one of ye’s
hate or d*ck*ride, let em all go and mope
worthless lives done realized that they’re just a…
[bridge: ro*b. z., zexus]
jack of all trades, but a master of none
jack of all trades, but a master of none
master of none
jack of all trades, but a master of none
master of none
jack of all trades, but a* f*ck it, ah!
uh, yeah

[verse 2: zexus]
i’ve been tryna tell ‘em i’m a menace (menace)
but they never wanna listen, and i honestly (buh, bh, buh!)
wanna bring it to the table so they finish (finish)
all the sh*t, they wanna eat it like a 5 star feast (buh, bluh!)
y’all don’t even wanna bring it, i’mma snap this sh*t
i don’t even got a filter, we gon pass that sh*t
rob and me, we gonna steal it we gon stab that sh*t
everybody always bleeding, they gon’ need to stitch (brrr!)
need to stitch, but we shoot, don’t miss
they sleepin in, but we break those cribs
they like to see it, but patch eyelids
they like to breath it, but lack o’gen
wait, uh, i’m feeling free
do what i want when i’m on the scene
i don’t take roles, i take the lead
and i cut all acts, no need to see
they talking down on us, they don’t know
what it’s like to build from up down below
we workin’ nights, while they sleep on goals
i must suffice the fans on this road (buh, buh, buh, buh!)
talk that sh*t, but never free it
i’ll break these necks like jedi people
give me my props, i’ll hunt the feeble
ignite that flame, pero muy poquito
stop, on my way to blow
and n0body tellin’ me i never reach the goal
ima keep it going, y’all don’t even think no more
i can see our time coming, now we travel in stones
travel in stones, i don’t get the snap
but i really wanna get the feeling of the bap
i be swerving two roads, now we running this track
facts, bringing up all the facts
[interlude: ro*b. z.]
yo, what the f*ck
yo, nah, nah, nah
is we gonna let zexus upstage me on my own godd*mn track?!
nah fam, nah, listen!

[verse 3: ro*b. z., zexus, both]
every word a bullet, this beat an uzi
i’mma pop a body like they name was j
i’mma bring it fully, i’mma be a bully
on the type of people who don’t wanna play, uh
brutally make every p*ssy bleed
i bring the period to stop everything they say
counter balance truly, i’mma knock some heads up
i’ma leave em looking like they name is sway
make a beat up in the morning, and i k!ll em all at night
you can call me samad cause i’m a savage on the mic
gonna fight for my life, bring my talent into light
i be feeling super wicked when i step into my prime
no amazon, they be shipping out, so i k!ll em off
paul and ksi, feeling in my prime without drinking lots
on my way to the top, gonna feel the buzz
gonna be rippin quick, way i make these b*tches
always run
i got the pen and pad, gimme the mic so i can show that
i can spit a bit of a twister on the track like
peter piper picked a punch of pickled peppers
and the prime of the pick was me, me, me
cause i bring the flavor like i got the sauce
and now y’all to the side, y’all minute maid
so benjamin lasky, hit up our jack please
we’re not spending any more time with these jack of all trades!

- ro b z zexus lyrics

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