JOCKIN (PANDEMIC EXPERIENCE)

A lotta folk Jocking

This beat rocking

Southwest raised, G Mob still popping

The blades still chopping

The babes still bopping

The rap game look like the new slave auction

Can I get a what?

Can I get a who?

I flow for the trigger happy rapping jigaboos

And those that be itching to clap at the biggest coup

Who pack an SMG but don't work at the ticket booth

No movie, real raps in my i tunes, no hoozy

Lowkey, fat fine, but she pose goofy

Highkey flow raw, but it's no sushi

Boy I'm on wipe me down like the old Boosie

Yuh, shoulders, chest, pants, shoes

Shoutout sim, he the coldest with the dance moves

Try love, try God, and you can't lose

But try me, and I'ma show you what these hands do

Yeah, young Jurn hit me up, said she moving down

Used to ride metro, but I'm booming now

I only rap to keep the ratio cooning down

Don't sleep on me, I got no chill

Every beat I'm on roadkill

God blessed me with cheese like Ro tel

Cause I ride this coat tail

Most my partners still make dope sales

And they be like oh well

Rock so much Ice it look like snow fell

And they move it whole sale

Go tell it on the mountain

It's Wee Gweh to the people pronouncing

My last name acting like it's a fountain

Of consonants when they making the announcement

I'm tired of it, stop it

I do God's work, I'm philanthropic

I keep my beard glistening like a prophet

And, hell, if I ain't the plug, then I'm the socket

I swear, the whole hood got my back like a chiropractor

Cause every bar I get it popping like a firecracker

I'm tryna go from Genesis to the final chapter

So whenever the trumpet blow I survive the rapture

Yuh, yuh

You'll catch me hang gliding on clouds

Screaming out no diggity, no doubt

Elohim next to me looking Hennessy brown

We both jigging

Swear I'm married to the game, I elope different

Used to dream about the slab, with the fours tipping

Back when Twista and do or die had me pop pimping

Every bar guava, you can see the flow dripping

Yuh, don't touch my drip, let it marinate

I swear I'm good in every hood like a pair of J's

It's the reason every track I'm on defecate

Prayerline 5:30, just to meditate

Me and Fat got it popping on our wedding day

I swear I rap for every Piru and hoover

Tryna maneuver around the barricade at the pearly gates

Let us in, every wretch need a rest haven

I keep it moving, never worried about the steps taken

I give middle fingers to Satan, wrestling with God

Demanding every ounce of favor He used to bless Jacob

I'm gone

Keh, keh, keh

Yuh

Keh, keh, keh

Yuh

Keh, keh, keh

Yuh

Keh, keh, keh

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