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One, two, three, and to the four
I'm hitting em with this dose, I'm bringing it back to hit your soul
Let's kick back to the roots and back when hip-hop was true
Don't ever compare me to this generation, these rappers foo
I carry a little bit of 90s in my flow, but you know
The illest with riddles, you rappers like skittles, I'm leaving them crippled
Never civil, I listen to your shit and I giggle
Eat up your instrumental, they gon' call my version official
You know it's Javy, but they like, they call me Jay V
I'm wavy
You disappointing those that believe in you if you lazy
I'm never pacing, forever keeping the momentum
This shit is crazy, but we never adjacent, I make em lean back
Hit you with the shit that'll knock you off your stance
The homies don't dance, we the type to just blow the advance
Then make it back
Working like if I'm stuck in a trap
Them 47 boys in line
But we all on attack
They hating the way we do it, never running out of fluid
You know that we been the truest, and when you see us, salute us
Yeah, I'm Dade County built
From, the bricks to ceiling, and if you see a fan attached
Yeah, it's part of the building, let me get em
Unpredictable cadence, I'm bout to wake em, I will find ya
And I will kill ya, like I'm from Taken
Mistaking my kindness for some weaknes
I yellow tape em, they want the smoke, I'ma bake em
Like turbo ozone, I break em
At night I can't sleep, cause I rap and burn
They wanna celebrate my accolades, I'm still tryna earn
Never left but this my return, man I don't be flipping no birds
But I got that hustle, that might have you thinking, he flipping birds
Can't knock me off equilbrium
Ain't no way to defeating him
Way too charged up, like I'm made out of lithium
I been bossed up careful the way you speak to him, way too high, you ain't reaching him
He don't practice, no teaching him
Get low Dade
I be the king of the sound, you can peep my catalog