Moschino Jones - IF JAY MET DILLA (feat. prod.myles) Lyrics

I get chills from this shit
'Bout to pay Mama's bills with this shit
Cop a crib in the hills with this shit
Now it's Saint Laurent on my bitch
Audemars Piguets on our wrists
Naw for real, for real, here we go
Jones, Uh
They say God work in mysterious ways
So I rap 'bout all my wants until the day I get paid
The power of
Manifesting, speaking positive things
Can lead to
Great outcomes and niggas living out dreams
Four months into my lease, the owner sold my shit
Four weeks later, I'm in a high-rise on some fly ass shit
Crib smell like Santal 33
On the road to 33
And in a room with some niggas who never heard of me
Feel like Frank Lucas at the fight with the Chinchilla
Folks like, I don't know who he is, but he's that nigga
Rappin' over beats by Myles
Soundin' like a young Jigga
What if Reasonable Doubt was produced by J Dilla
Rest in Heaven legend
I know them wings flapping
Protecting Hip-Hop from all this bullshit cappin'
I know the sun shines when Heaven gains an angel
Giving thanks to my Angels rockin' this Palms Angels
I promise to love you, I swear I do
God's so good
Finally found my way, finally found my sound
You know what I'm saying
Uh
Got my foot on they neck, they can't breathe
Lock myself inside a room
Found a sound, that made cheese
Shoutout my nigga Stryke
We had talks a nigga needed
When it comes to hittin' licks in these streets
I'm undefeated
My winters turned to summers
My summers got hotter
Vacations turned to business trips
Meeting the plugs daughter
Got visions of my pops first class, flying charter
He taught me when it start to rock up, hit it with water
'22 recession year, made me a plan
Paid bills, create a savings, and cut off your friends
God grab my hands, and pull me to glory
You start feeling alone on that twentieth story
Protecting my energy, don't have room to indulge
Bitch I painted every piece on these walls
Like Picasso
Sorry I'm an asshole
Building with my Mexico partners for mucho pesos
Stack it and lay low