About This (ONE) life

(I am Really Bout This One)

Okay. How many times I got to say,
I’m not done making noise,
man get out my way,
'cause what you “tryna” say,
what You really “wanna” say,
ain’t. In. My. Dict-ion-ar-ay.

Okay. Cappin’ and cappin’,
Yo’ lips won’t stop clappin’
what are you doing making habits,
out of talking out yo’ back end?

You know who I am,
Jay is the man,
making the waves in my City,
I’m loyal, I am LOYAL, like so much that I am ROYAL!
Ruling these streets man,
like Robert Doyle,
I’m not about them Gangs man,
I am gold like them foil-covered,
foreign chocolate-covered

(truffles!)

 I’m on another level,
I reaching to the sky with each
word that I peddle, to yah,
That’s another bam-boyah,
I don’t play games,
like I’m grounded to this PEN-Ah
So keep talkin,
while you can
I told you I am Ground-ed

 Working. Hard. I’ll. Never Quit.
My future. In. Two words:
behind bars,
‘cause,
I murder-ed It!
Lit, up in the fire,
working hard,
my pen’s on fire,
Hot Air, Raises. Higher,
so since I’m hot,
I won’t drop like hail,
I’m. Raising it.
Like Michael Myers

Jay