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13 Lttrs In
01:57
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This some shit to get you off yo ass n to some ends
This sound like skippin thru tha alphabet to thirteen letters in
This that flip tha script like who let tha nerds wear lettermans
No need to guess my nigga you aint even make it on tha list
Used to doubt a nigga fore i forged a sword from out tha sticks
Now yo girl undressin, ignorin ya texts n blamin poor reception
Boi i changed minds like obama, you couldnt change directions
With a GPS, makin moves since beats used pen n pencil
Hope yall liked tha rest cuz ya slept on us pillows
But now we cold n old classmates gon pop up like tha window
Tryina dap me up like i always knew that you were sick bro
If ya ever need assistance hope you let me set tha pick ohhh
no, i know ya didnt, yall was stevie toy my vision
Even when i lacked precision i was noticin our difference
Fact and fiction, i live tha life you always claim you livin
False presentin evidence, no harvard you harvey dentin
Check tha data playa i dont need a spreadsheet to excel
Just like i aint need a virgil when i made it out hell
Taking L after L fore i made it out tha ville
Into a villa, eating steak with a broad who's just as rare
Rockin apparel not available for fifty years
Apparently im tha varible n yall havent solved me yet
So good luck to you biters who wood chuck
Got em shaking like new subs aint no gettin used to us, nigga
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Back n Forth
03:40
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Locked out of my conscious
Speakers doing tha knockin
Promised not to step out tha office without tha smoothest product
So till then its tha clockin in n heating up cups of ramen
Bumpin nams shit lightin chronic while im tryina find some solace
Makin these hits like hail storms
Sober jordan's in rare form
Doing this shit since year one
Of high school where they aint cheer on
Anybody but tha jocks, got hated on for my smarts
And niggas really couldnt stand when i took a stab at tha art
Paradox how i dropped n started climbin tha charts
How unheard of, barely left tha house but made tha paper flock
And evaded tha complacent fake positive philosophes
But embraced a silent claim to all tha pain pleasure n loss
Pandoras box was fulla emotions cloggin tha drain tho
They label me insane cause im playin stages in plain clothes
I aint come to play tho they tried to hand me a halo
I just knew id find myself in tha stars like galileo
Goin
Back n forth, forth n back, corner store, cant afford wraps
Spent my last twenty on gas, prayin that we make it back
Back n forth, forth n back bungie cord gon bounce us back
Spilt my forty in a cab, pretendin its a cadillac
Now im madder than first five seconds of some wrath
Quoting plath hold tha snaps load tha gats
Fold ya back told ya that like ya dad
You aint back if you aint stackin
Stop ya slackin only action overreactin keep askin
Like jordan what am i lackin ambition missions n passion
you'd rather hate on a craftsman
Or chase after insta-actress
Than double down on ya passion
I quadruple mine like jacksons
Niggas dyin over brands like gucci sponsoring caskets
But an image aint foolin anybody thas peepin game
Ion say a thang you self expose i stay outta ya way
As i make another tunnel, collectin money from under
Tha underbelly of jungles, rubber bandit like gumby
Jus Deflectin each assumption
You not my dad or my cousin
Not auntie grandma or uncle
Then you should hold ya tongue in
Cause everybody got two cents but to us that aint worth nothin
So why not put in effort instead of remainin someone
Who go
Back n forth, forth n back, corner store, cant afford wraps
Spent my last twenty on gas, prayin that we make it back
Back n forth, forth n back bungie cord gon bounce us back
Spilt my forty in a cab, pretendin its a cadillac
Goin
Back n forth, forth n back, corner store, cant afford wraps
Spent my last twenty on gas, prayin that we make it back
Back n forth, forth n back bungie cord gon bounce us back
Spilt my forty in a cab, pretendin its a cadillac
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3. |
5 Deep
02:29
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Ridin round five deep in my mama honda
Replaced stress wit marijuana feelin pressed for commas
Backroads parkin mutterin a silent prayer that cops dont spot us
Niggas needed change all we was dreamin of was tha dollas
I was
Droppin outta college quick
Couldnt teach tha kid tha common sense
Filled my pockets up wit dolla tips
Lost my confidence to shawty wit
No focus besides that M-R-S
Degree
but my m.o was strictly M-O-E
That's Money over everything except family
But dammit we was so fiendish smokin bags of trees
Feelin cooped up more brad-e-ly
Windows bolted so far from happy
So far from lacking that gift for rappin
Freestyle snappin till jokes n laughter
Hot box tha honda no windows crackin
N tha tint was pastor, our saving grace
Six days a week when we'd steam an eighth
When we
Ridin round five deep in my mama honda
Replacin stress wit marijuana feelin pressed for commas
Backroads parkin mutterin a silent prayer that cops dont spot us
Niggas needin change all we was dreamin of was tha dollas
Ridin round five deep in my mama honda
Replaced stress wit marijuana feelin pressed for commas
Backroads parkin mutterin a silent prayer that cops dont spot us
Niggas needed change all we was dreamin of was tha dollas
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Marley (ft. Crizzle)
03:08
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Leaux
03:27
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Dragged down by tha lows even when im high
Stuck between gettin close n gettin by
Darkness holdin onto me wit family ties
Light keep creepin in so do you mind if i shut tha blinds
Do you mind if i shut my eyes except while pastor praying
At least that way when God replies then I can meet my maker
Probably face her have her sayin what an ungrateful creation
So impatient runnin late still clocked into preoccupation
Soakin up tha hasty ethics from a city wit amazin talent
Aint no way around it when you tryina get away from round tha
Niggas who jus lay around instead of makin waves about it
.....i guess there aint that much to say about it
Im tryina scale my mountains yall would rather waste ya hours
But some days i cant make it out tha bed n to tha shower
What a coward, doubt aint had a problem takin shots
Like what if you spent all this time buildin a house of cards
Bound to fall, after all, you just human after all
You aint doin what they doin nigga you might never ball
Boy you tall for nothin, you are not no prophet nor a paul
Just a black man who got issues stuffed inside tha hollow walls
Gettin
Dragged down by tha lows even when im high
Stuck between gettin close n gettin by
Darkness holdin onto me wit family ties
Light keep creepin in so do you mind if i shut tha blinds
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(fake) Luxury
03:38
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(Fake) luxury
I cant even lie ion feel okay here
I just wanna fly but i cant escape here
Trapped in tha lies like you cant be great here
And people i despise all say its they year
N doubt keep cloudin my mind like boy you fine
Thats what my mama said but she peerin thru blinds
At one helluva life, thats been sappin all my strength from emotional ties
Those devotions were lies, like
Maybe i been hangin round tha wrong women
Call you over whenever they all alone women
Call you out now you tied together both trippin
Call my niggas up, hot as fuck more ventin
I just wanna know if theres mo than the most extra
I just want that lead role and tha pope blessin
All my niggas paid in full off a dope session
And a fat backwood for tha old stresses
But
I dont feel at home inside fake luxury
I can barely sleep
I can barely breath
I cant wait to leave
From tha south side, to tha north side
To tha east side, to tha west side
From tha south side young nigga bright minded
In tha lab droppin h bombs, change climate
Is tha goal to get fame wit tha same mileage?
Or play tha young old game wit tha same mind set?
I contemplate, over bacon and eggs
Starin at my plate, wondering what it takes
To make sure tha fam eat tha rest of our days
Fore its back to tha streets like a nola parade
Flippin eighths tryina plot on tha next move
Be tha best me i hope you be tha best you
And i aint make any plans with tha chess moves
A grown man playin checkers if i check you
Too direct im just tryina make the best route
Out tha land of pretend i was sent to
Tryina break tha loop n re-engage tha truth
N show tha youth that we anxiously pacin too
Sayin'
I dont feel at home inside fake luxury
I can barely sleep
I can barely breath
I cant wait to leave
From tha south side, to tha north side
To tha east side, to tha west side
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Jordan Webb Los Angeles, California
LA Based
Rap Reptar
Jordan Webb is a refreshingly distinct and down to earth
voice in the modern rap game. His unique style is presented through a dynamic beat selection invoking the best of retro and futuristic Hip-Hop elements. Jordan's smooth sound blends effortlessly with his production, creating a unique, enjoyable and captivating listening experience.
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