Hotbox Freestyle
The Real Goonie Jay
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A lot of broken souls
A lot of broken homes
A lot of pieces to puzzle you can't fit 'em all
I want to feel the way I feel when I don't feel at all
Lookin at my crystal ball
I wonder do you know it all
Ugly when I'm broke
They think I'm handsome when the moneys long
Emotionally broken but I'm fine because the weed is strong
I ran before I walked it's not surprise I threw my balance off
Talent isn't everything without the work you won't get far
And my fate became my best friend
Time is of the essence so I let 'em watch
Pocket watchers be competing I don't flex I do the job
Run the game I lace my sneaks up and go out for a jog
Five percent tints hotboxing see me through the fog
Ninety five percent are faking another two percent are wrong
Another two percent are pussy and one percent be putting on
I'm a legend I feel like I'm Al Capone without the mob
I'm a real one never had to scam to get it done
Extend my hand for my people bite it once and you be gone
I done felt to many feelings I can't talk about in songs
I done seem to many things I hope the feds ain't seen at all
They build us up just to catch a laugh the times that we fall
And ignore and turn a blind eye the times that we ball
Explain to me just what I owe you
Why do you expect a song
Why do you expect hellos when you ain't fuck with me before
Why do you pursue the highs and run away from all my lows
I know
You think I'm stupid like it's all on accident and I know
I know you mad cuz I was patient and paid back what I owed
Sacrificed all my blessings for the dream and I won
Jealousy is real that's why I always ride with my gun
Never been the one brag about the dirt that I've done
My opps talking through the dirt I hear the ghosts in my songs
Swear to god I'd do it twice if they come back tryna haunt