Punctuality

Album cover art for "Punctuality" by Black Soprano Family & Jae Skeese & Chase Fetti & The Black Abstract

Black Soprano Family & Jae Skeese & Chase Fetti & The Black Abstract - Rap, East Coast Rap

Punctuality

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[Intro: Jae Skeese] Uh, Jae Skeese, ILL Tone You know we here, man This that 716, a Nickel City That Buffalo, that Eastside This that sound right here, man And it's like— Sometimes, your dreams, when you go to sleep at night, they can be so vivid You see it, you see the vision And perception is the greatest art form in the world, man You know what I'm sayin'? Sometimes you just gotta paint that picture You gotta show people, man, that it's— It's so much more, man It's more to attain, you know what I mean? (Uh) 'Cause they can't see it for themselves (Yo, yo) Let's go (Check) [Verse 1: Jae Skeese] A human being just being human, look (Uh-huh) Of course I'm nice, I'm pourin' life into this microphone when I go speak into it (Facts) Catch me at the top, it's sort of like when roofin' needs improvement Yes, they see the movement, but I ain't speakin' like readin' music (Nah) I'm pennin' bars to go from poverty to property ownership It's the Drum, nobody toppin' these vocalists (It's Drumwork) Still, my road is underdog, just like nobody be noticin' 'Cause they keeps 'em motivated opposed from growin' complacent (Facts) From the home of the hatred where dreams suffer from stunted growth and love is low Somehow there was always a humble hope (Somehow) Now on my Forrest Gump, I'm cross country, tourin', I run the road Just to see these blue-face hundred folds (Uh-huh) Receivin' love from people in places I never thought I would travel to (Never) My beginnings was rough, young boy raised from the gravel roots See, I just put the work in, nothin' 'bout this was magical Those who said I won't make it had errors in their grammatical (Talk that talk) Sometimes life will challenge you to see how bad you really want it At my lowest, it was times I got depressed, was feelin' [?] (Crazy) I felt attacked but in the mirror was my real opponent This could be the realest thing I wrote, that's 'cause the realest wrote it Spend my life trying to get my moment (Uh-huh) Right on time, even when I felt like God had postponed it (Right) That's devotion and dedication (Flowin') The ultimate elevation (Flowin') I'll flow 'til my expiration (Flowin') You know it's the separation Rest in peace my brother, man [Verse 2: Chase Fetti] Rest in peace to my two sisters that passed (RIP) This shit is trash like it's garbage day, I laugh to keep the storm away Always be a leader, never follow what my father say (Always lead) Job released my moms without giving her all her pay (Fucked up) I was chasin' cream but chasin' my dreams in the process (Uh-huh) Nobody gave a fuck 'bout my stress, I always poke out my chest (Always) Made it out the streets, dog, place all of the fiends go It ain't no corner left ([?]) While I get my floss on, my weed smell like mornin' breath I still get my toss on, my J run like Marshawn I'm dealin' with all stars, I'm winnin', who wanna bet? (Who wanna bet, n****?) From 'back of them cop cars to now, n***** boardin' jets, tours and checks Born to flex on n***** tryna stop my food (Uh-huh) Sham God, the rock, you n***** tryna watch my moves (Fuck outta here) Mandatory is the mob, bada-bing, bada-boom I feel I got a point to prove, n**** [Verse 3: The Black Abstract] I got Perc' residue on the King James version I'm spiritual, but I still keep a Glock up my person (Bah) Pass that weed in a circle like a seance (Pass it around) My mom sold my soul for a forty ounce of St. Ides That monkey on her back jumped on her mind Now when I wake up, four Perc's at a time, and I ain't never had no backaches (Uh-uh) In school, I ain't graduate Cash, what I calculate To smash, I ain't have to wait But yeah, let me elaborate I had to transition to crack, from composition Being parent wasn't fittin' for my mom's addiction (Nah) Family custody hearings, judge made me a parent to twelve-year old brother, I ain't even have no children (Uh-uh) Year prior got a prior, got knocked with a revolver (Yep) Same year, livin' in the crib, no gas or water (Yeah) Feeling like a orphan now So-called father abandoned me like a foster child (Fuck), I was forced to wild, uh Cigar lit, feet up on my desk in my office now (Haha) Just bought a house, no more awkward frowns (Nope) The moral of the story is this shit Keep dwellin' on your past, and your future, you'll miss it Abstract, n****

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Credits

Writers
  • ILL Tone Beats
  • Jae Skeese
  • Chase Fetti
  • The Black Abstract