Jewel Emoji

Lyrics

[Intro] My brother Dizz made this What's hatnin'? (We back) Uh, uh, it's so classic right now, you know I'm sayin'? Let me shout out the queens Rah Digga and Lyric Jones, what's hatnin'? Uh, uh, uh, uh (It's going down) It's week nine, we made it all the way to week nine, haha Ain't no smoke, niggas wanted that Tory Lanez smoke, that ain't smoke Bandwagon smoke, I want direct smoke, you feel me? [Verse] Yo, it's almost 2020, is your vision clear? I'm flippin' homophones when you listen here I'm standin' in the booth to paint the picture clear I'm revvin' up the motor with the engineer Dizz hittin' homers with the music flips If you sell your soul, are you truly rich? "Crooked sold his soul," um, excuse me bitch? I just lit a cigar on my Gucci kicks Set them shits on fire, fuck them bougie pricks Ain't gotta play a role, fuck them movie scripts Ain't even hit the rail, homie's movin' bricks All my friends are dead or grindin', loadin' little Uzi clips Click, I'm out here hittin' direct targets Maroon Dodger hat on the red carpet Spark up a cigar on my live, that's Crook's Corner Crook's still a coroner, born in the west market Gave the county jail more time than I plan to share I could do more behind these bars than I can in there Said I never had a prayer, I picture God on his gigantic chair Sendin' me lyrics to make the planet care Holy Ghost Writer, only Jehovah flow tighter My flow is so cold you zip your overcoat right up Soak my dough right up, you won't overdose either I'm so west coast, we made this song with low riders Yo, wake up in the morning, tell yourself you're great 'Cause your subconscious and conscious in a separate state You gotta fuse 'em together as you meditate Put the needle to the vinyl, set the record straight Then create the best shit that you could ever make Top floor mentality, time to elevate I'm gettin' better with time, I resonate With wordplay I never wait for birthdays to get hella cake I educate and entertain at the same time I'm Chris Parker, I spit it for spliff sparkers, no gettin' at this author My image is pitch dark, but I shine in my résumé It's thicker than Mrs. Parker, still ballin' like Vince Carter Not worried about shit starters, a master in the mixed art of Sparrin' with bars, nigga I hit harder How did a kid with no father get further? My discography is bigger than just slaughter (Nigga) Yeah, I got a message for the young guns Nothing's more valuable than your loved ones Don't let your soul escape when the funds come Just let the kick and the snare solve ya conundrums It's cool to kick it with squares, fuck all them dum dums 'Cause death in the hood, that's what we run from I got a couple of jewels, if you want some I'm someone addin' value to the sum, one [Outro] Yeah (Yeah) The Weeklys (The Weeklys) We still prayin' for Jussie or what? (Haha) Haha Yo, Mayweather still need to change clothes or naht? (Haha) Let me shout the queens again, man Ill Camille, Snow Tha Product, you know? 3D Na'Tee, Rapsody Gifted Gab, Blimes, too many to name The OGs too Yo-Yo, Lady of Rage, Lyte, Bo$$ And of course Mrs. Lauryn Hill Queens, I see y'all next week, man