Beautiful Payne

Lyrics

Intro:(Jag) Yeah I had to cough right quick Im hitting that blunt Rj Payne what up nigga? This what they didn't want This that legion of doom shit Yeah Ay look Verse 1 (Jag): JAG People tell me im too real I just got a new deal Music came from a new feel I learned to never talk about my hood like welcome to "whoville" Im too ill I told em to kick it I need a shoe deal Facts Tipsy and loaded bet I could shoot still Side nigga, sleeping in niggas beds on my Drew Hill With they main bitch Doing train flips Like who you came with? We on that gang shit Twenties, Neighborhood shit shout out the whole gang Nigga too high Jag sounding like 2pac with the nose ring Passing out work to my people yeah the whole thing I let it fly I hit the block up like its soul train Used to be selling o's And its brazy these labels be selling souls the way these pimp niggas selling hoes I hit the club im letting every girl loose these niggas trippin Nigga drippin like some jerry curl juice for real So nigga please don't try me I seen the best try You get it? anybody could get I seen the best die Nigga test I? and you gon' see how slugs from the tec fly I even got my own geek squad I got that best buy JAG, You got a gang put your whole gang in the ground im like gang where? Ya'll dead nigga who's banging it now? My whole squad mute ain't a nigga came with a sound I picked rap for a career and that shit it came with a crown Its JAG Verse 2 (RJ Payne) Check Im droppin' pain, look like its rain from the clouds This that human cocaine you can't explain to a child I'm flammable propane ain't no changing my style Bitch I got married to the game without exchanging a vow Lord Jesus, I cut niggas short give em' all caesers Fuck yeah, we pickup they career with the small tweezers Blick buster, you all dick suckers and ball eaters Bird call, knock the fur of ya dog call peter Shit I'm Marcus Graham It's big business when I talk to Tan Was hitting bitches in that dark sedan Splitting swishers while I park the van Give me about six minutes to generate six digits this is my Carlton dance Celebratory, hell of a story, they often said I'd be a felon by forty They wrong All them niggas dropping subliminal's I tell em' they corny My heart Bacardi dark you ain't got enough melanin for me Nigga, oh we who you mad at? You out the loop then i'll put three in your dad hat then dab that Its illegal to backtrack This desert eagle you could probably see through my backpack now match that They diggin' me im visibly doper, first class flight to success shit'll get me to Oprah That's the bag, shout to Jag once I get it, it's over My ego bigger than a midget with a chip on his shoulder PAYNE!