Open cases get shut, real ones plead the fifth
My rhymes get as deep the gears on a clock when they shift
If you're the handy man, keep an extra ladder for the refill
I spit a verse at you that serve heatwaves like taking e-pills
I used to drink blue shaded ciroc, for the cheap thrill
Now I smoke kush, shit shake my brain like a beat pill
After time, the jump man on your Js proceed to fade
The game still exist cuz I spit Wesley snipe blades
Ping pongin blunts back & forth like ricochet
Holdin a big wrench incase you go nuts & I gotta twist your face
I get liquor breath when I get the mic check
No rebuttals near me when I ask about who's the nicest
I flatten boy like the iron pressin' a button downs
Jungle droppin' bombs like I'm in control of those buttons now
92 Doom writin' to 96 Hov, 94 Nas got me clickin' like that mobb deep stove
Spittin fire in all directions like 4leaf clove
Then I reappear like spring grass when I see cash grow
Suited up, only family allowed to come thru with us
North face waterproof, the real ones in the stew wit us
Off the chessboard, close to king square, the way I'm movin' up
Dream speedin', drivin' Lamborghinis, pickin' my students up
Backwood ashes in my car cup, start the Car up
Reincarnating what's real in hip hop when music start up
I don't even stand behind the scenes, green screen like cash app
On my block we roll middle fingers, light up & pass that
I can't show the world a fake face like Johnny Depp in black mass
But I can act my ass off at the station, can you grasp that?
Where I live, you can learn numbers in the street with out passing math
I got a message for the Instagram flexers holdin' the cash
You should've kept it at the bank now every breath could be your last
I smoke blunts tryna slow down time while living fast
Remember nights trappin in that bando, just a juice and sandwich
Stepping on other blocks, niggas got they eye on me like plankton
Forth coming, all of my money, stay a hundred
As soon as you break yours, you got odd niggas lookin' at your 20s
When I write about crucial topics cuz I did half what I said
You cause encroachment, only time u toasted shit was poaching eggs
Only person you can trust is the bank teller to hold ya bread
Why we gotta give a leg for surgery that cost an arm & leg?
All the stuff I write speaks a thousand pictures with nothin said...
Suited up, only family allowed to come thru with us
North face waterproof only the real ones in the the stew wit us
NYC a chessboard, pawn to a king the way I'm movin up
Dream speedin, drivin Lamborghinis pickin my students up
Joel Jungle & K.Knowledge - Suited Up (NorthFace Waterproofs) Lyrics
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Open cases get shut, real ones plead the fifth
My rhymes get as deep the gears on a clock when they shift
If you're the handy man, keep an extra ladder for the refill
I spit a verse at you that serve heatwaves like taking e-pills
I used to drink blue shaded ciroc, for the cheap thrill
Now I smoke kush, shit shake my brain like a beat pill
After time, the jump man on your Js proceed to fade
The game still exist cuz I spit Wesley snipe blades
Ping pongin blunts back & forth like ricochet
Holdin a big wrench incase you go nuts & I gotta twist your face
I get liquor breath when I get the mic check
No rebuttals near me when I ask about who's the nicest
I flatten boy like the iron pressin' a button downs
Jungle droppin' bombs like I'm in control of those buttons now
92 Doom writin' to 96 Hov, 94 Nas got me clickin' like that mobb deep stove
Spittin fire in all directions like 4leaf clove
Then I reappear like spring grass when I see cash grow
Suited up, only family allowed to come thru with us
North face waterproof, the real ones in the stew wit us
Off the chessboard, close to king square, the way I'm movin' up
Dream speedin', drivin' Lamborghinis, pickin' my students up
Backwood ashes in my car cup, start the Car up
Reincarnating what's real in hip hop when music start up
I don't even stand behind the scenes, green screen like cash app
On my block we roll middle fingers, light up & pass that
I can't show the world a fake face like Johnny Depp in black mass
But I can act my ass off at the station, can you grasp that?
Where I live, you can learn numbers in the street with out passing math
I got a message for the Instagram flexers holdin' the cash
You should've kept it at the bank now every breath could be your last
I smoke blunts tryna slow down time while living fast
Remember nights trappin in that bando, just a juice and sandwich
Stepping on other blocks, niggas got they eye on me like plankton
Forth coming, all of my money, stay a hundred
As soon as you break yours, you got odd niggas lookin' at your 20s
When I write about crucial topics cuz I did half what I said
You cause encroachment, only time u toasted shit was poaching eggs
Only person you can trust is the bank teller to hold ya bread
Why we gotta give a leg for surgery that cost an arm & leg?
All the stuff I write speaks a thousand pictures with nothin said...
Suited up, only family allowed to come thru with us
North face waterproof only the real ones in the the stew wit us
NYC a chessboard, pawn to a king the way I'm movin up
Dream speedin, drivin Lamborghinis pickin my students up
My rhymes get as deep the gears on a clock when they shift
If you're the handy man, keep an extra ladder for the refill
I spit a verse at you that serve heatwaves like taking e-pills
I used to drink blue shaded ciroc, for the cheap thrill
Now I smoke kush, shit shake my brain like a beat pill
After time, the jump man on your Js proceed to fade
The game still exist cuz I spit Wesley snipe blades
Ping pongin blunts back & forth like ricochet
Holdin a big wrench incase you go nuts & I gotta twist your face
I get liquor breath when I get the mic check
No rebuttals near me when I ask about who's the nicest
I flatten boy like the iron pressin' a button downs
Jungle droppin' bombs like I'm in control of those buttons now
92 Doom writin' to 96 Hov, 94 Nas got me clickin' like that mobb deep stove
Spittin fire in all directions like 4leaf clove
Then I reappear like spring grass when I see cash grow
Suited up, only family allowed to come thru with us
North face waterproof, the real ones in the stew wit us
Off the chessboard, close to king square, the way I'm movin' up
Dream speedin', drivin' Lamborghinis, pickin' my students up
Backwood ashes in my car cup, start the Car up
Reincarnating what's real in hip hop when music start up
I don't even stand behind the scenes, green screen like cash app
On my block we roll middle fingers, light up & pass that
I can't show the world a fake face like Johnny Depp in black mass
But I can act my ass off at the station, can you grasp that?
Where I live, you can learn numbers in the street with out passing math
I got a message for the Instagram flexers holdin' the cash
You should've kept it at the bank now every breath could be your last
I smoke blunts tryna slow down time while living fast
Remember nights trappin in that bando, just a juice and sandwich
Stepping on other blocks, niggas got they eye on me like plankton
Forth coming, all of my money, stay a hundred
As soon as you break yours, you got odd niggas lookin' at your 20s
When I write about crucial topics cuz I did half what I said
You cause encroachment, only time u toasted shit was poaching eggs
Only person you can trust is the bank teller to hold ya bread
Why we gotta give a leg for surgery that cost an arm & leg?
All the stuff I write speaks a thousand pictures with nothin said...
Suited up, only family allowed to come thru with us
North face waterproof only the real ones in the the stew wit us
NYC a chessboard, pawn to a king the way I'm movin up
Dream speedin, drivin Lamborghinis pickin my students up
Writer: Isidro Hernandez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid