Linking & Buildings

Lyrics

[Intro: LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON] This is Jewelry Rap Yup Oh, nah, it's that time (Hold on) (It's been that time, for real, boy) [Chorus: LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON] Niggas wanna link and build, but I'll pass on it If she right, I'll drop a bag on it (Drop a bag) (Wow) Just so I can catch shells, throw a bag on it (Throw a bag) Spin the gear, ho, we back on it She wanna link and build, but I'm straight (Ayy) 50 karats, lookin' like I'm Kim K (Like that one) Yo [Verse 1: LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON] She met me while [?], we all in Polo wear, the first jacket came from the polar bear (Wow) (For real) Don't pop out for no low affair, you know the price, fam (Oh no) How many rap checks from the white man to play the right hand? (Hold on) For the real ones [?], you gotta take it back might cop me the Yankee hat 'cause quite frankly, Franklins'll make me rap (I need it) Usеd to get pounds for a stack, that was the basic steps, you takе your baby steps My nigga was locked up a thousand eighty reps (For real) I catch racks then I flash, what's next (What we on) (Hold on) I had to tell my youngins don't follow your daddy's footsteps (Nah, don't be like me) (For real) Drove to Atlanta for the night, it must be nice (Must be nice) (Nyoom) I need ten bands for a verse, everything go the price (Woah) (I need mine) Told her stay like Gabriel, shit, I'll gladly tell (I will) A bitch she don't look too shaggy herself, hold on (Wow) (Nah, watch this) [Chorus: LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON] Niggas wanna link and build but I'll pass on it (I'll pass) If she right, I'll drop a bag on it (No, I will) Just so I can catch shells, throw a bag on it (Throw a bag) Spin the gear, ho, we back on it (Oh, nah, we spinnin') She wanna link and build, but I'm straight (I'm good) 50 karats, lookin' like I'm Kim K (Like that one) Fuck out my face bitch, shit, in the way (In the way) You in the way (In the way), you in the way (You in the way), you in the way (You in the way) [Verse 2: U'nik Flow] Tryna fuck with the kid 'cause I'm on vinyl Told me a brother rap like I was about to sign dude, nah To link with the god is a privilege, you need collateral The fuck is you tryna relinquish? Bitch, I'm kinda the business, niggas can't rock with the crown I hold She kinda [?] when walking down that road Fuck a pistol, your ass gon' need a low shotty Size of a small body, never know who in your lobby Niggas act like they got it until a gun is out In the dark alley, tears in my eyes, like how this come about Niggas never kept it official As this magazine inches you like ten [?] like Sex Pistols, you niggas a mess, shit is ill Man, who the fuck wanna really come test, gangster Nigga, really it's nothing I'm poppin', bitch jack the vibe, so you know how I run it [Chorus: LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON] Niggas wanna link and build but I'll pass on it (I'll pass) If she right, I'll drop a bag on it (No, I will) Just so I can catch shells, throw a bag on it (Throw a bag) Spin the gear, ho, we back on it (Oh, nah, we spinnin') She wanna link and build, but I'm straight (I'm good) 50 karats, lookin' like I'm Kim K (Like that one) Fuck out my face bitch, shit, in the way (In the way) You in the way (In the way), you in the way (You in the way), you in the way (You in the way)