864gordo - 7 Jolly Street Studios Lyrics

7 Jolly flows, these niggas how it goes
When I show up with my woes because they help met through my woes
We can celebrate and actually make a toast
Or open heavens gates, when they get to waving the toast
You braver than most, I see you out here saving hoes
Before you smell my fear I end up breaking ya nose
For an 8th of an O, I know niggas just breaking oaths
Tupac and Biggie really the only time I'm chasing ghosts
Realest nigga rappin, you ain't gone find me reacting
To niggas who never had it, I been on a tear like napkins
Laughing, packing, bragging, about women I find attractive
Who don't ask for a bag, because I know they came with baggage
But I could care less as long as she keep it honest
23 I'm done with college, at the job I got an office
Genuine love for people who I don't speak to often
They admit they're imperfect so I love em like they're flawless
I got brothers serving evil, that's never been out of Greenville
People thought I dropped the ball, and would ball up in the fetal
Music made 'em believers, cause it's bumping like the measles
Girl from Paris, fine as hell, and she multi-lingual
I been busy tryna make the people that I know proud
Got my own sound, even when speechless and I'm on loud
Grateful for RMF cause they told me when to slow down
Me and Keil turned the apartment into a f*cking hoe house
And bitches wouldn't show up unless they were ready to throw down
Niggas been on the down low, but I know they really low down
And I stopped playing sports and everything became so foul
You been giving friends top, since top friends, on your profile
And niggas talk to me like this shit was all luck
Man I wish these niggas would, I'ma make some saw dust
I catch her eye she kept staring like she was starstruck
Now she in my lap, like clumsy niggas with the Starbucks
Man shoutout my nigga Jigga doing 80 in Mercedes
Thad was in the back telling me he hope I make it
And 2woTimes on the way cause my niggas was being creative
And I still bet on Jaylon when he was going through his phases
I thought I lost Tipp and my life was just tipping over
Back when I was flipping trees, a nigga was flipping boulders
Telling TJ leave the bull like Jimmy in Minnesota
I needed to find the sauce for all these chips that's on my shoulder
Before your opinion I just want you to listen first
The generation is lost and every minute it's getting worse
We're following the manual to shit that didn't work
We giving all this labor, but we're only giving birth
To things that ain't respected, but honestly unexpected
I don't even feel like I'm budding (but-in) like attorneys with objections
I'm obsessive, and possessive, making sure that I'm progressive
And aggressive making sure everything go my direction
Tired of these discussions, that never have repercussions
Tired of people that I've never met calling me my cousin
Tired of niggas hitting me up because I'm buzzin
Who claiming we brothers, but they ain't helped me get through nothing
Little boy from the ghetto, who decided not to settle
For all you niggas tryna mettle, I'm Michael Phelps with the medal
Sitting around the kettle, thinking about I'll last forever
My diamonds bling, I pull some strings, and now I'm just Japeto
Last studio session so this shit mean a lot to me
I just find myself, when I found myself just get lost in beats
Hate that I go out and people scared to talk to me
I'm the same kid, that's just recording this on Jolly Street
Yeah, dropping tears I finally faced my fears
Switching gears, the chance to take off is finally here
I'm farther than I appear, from depression in my mirror
Used to wish I wasn't here, now all these people wanna hear
Jolly Street Flows
Yeah shoutout June Bug