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J2-Starter - Practice Lyrics



J2-Starter - Practice Lyrics
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Franchise player they can't match this
So why we talking about practice
I'm doing more than imagined, I live what i'm rapping
You niggas be capping
I'm not on the time of the clicking and clacking
I just got a cubicle out in Manhattan
Digits increasing with all my new habits
I really f*cked models like all on my mattress
Like ayyy raindrop drip drip drip
One day i'mma be rich rich rich
If she ain't got the body I could grip grip grip
Then I could teach her what real distance is Bitch
Youngin straight up out the eastside
Shepherd ave and Pitkin on these street signs
Drinking quarter water, staring out the window watching cars go by and say that be's mine
Jordan's hanging on the street wires, with the cop's patrolling when they breeze by
Couple times they hit my crib, looking for somebody more traumatic each time
It built my character got more bread
I Got tired of eating from the store brands
With the crackheads by the corner store fam
Slap a five and now that shit on your hands
Roaches and mice what we lived with
Yellow fly trap from the ceiling and no I don't miss it
For breakfast it's grits and some biscuits
While outside these niggas be gripping them biscuits
To make him a spirit while he catch a sentence
And mother's cry when the police wanna get em
And we'll never tell em who clipped em or didn't
Mistakenly hitting a innocent victim
The cycle continues, this shit be repeating
Influenced by hiphop and shit that we seeing
The videos stronger than bibles we reading
On top of that is all the bullshit we eating
She in love with him but she thinking bout cheating
She looking at me cause I ain't the one fiendin
I own my own business and i'm the one leading
I value my energy and who I leave with
So nah you could miss me with all of the labels
What you bringing to my table?
You want some shine off my name till it make you
But must I remind you, it's me and it ain't you
You see where i'm from and and you ain't even grateful
So give me one reason why I shouldn't play you
You ain't save yourself so bitch why should I save you
And i'll never cape you, you weak and unstable
I already struggled not looking to raise you
You are what you are i'm not looking to change you
Not looking to date you, not looking to tame you
In twenty years you gon resemble the same you still
Might as well run to the exits
Never playing thirsty or desperate
Shine on my left wrist, vibe i'mma catch it
This a good payoff from the time I invested
New wave riding my life
New worth higher my price
Albermarle road born
Shepherd ave I seen life
Starrett city took flight
Look at wins in this life
Set the trends and get right
Youngin did it with his mental, just how I envisioned and meant to
And now i'm on beat guess who's so instrumental
On day to day process of what you could live through
And what you can get through cause this shit is in you
To feel like a star when you walk in a venue
And everyday put on yourself to continue
Live as proof dream my way out
If you don't relate see your way out
With all these odds I even plays out
This ain't practice, this my playground ahhh
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Franchise player they can't match this
So why we talking about practice
I'm doing more than imagined, I live what i'm rapping
You niggas be capping
I'm not on the time of the clicking and clacking
I just got a cubicle out in Manhattan
Digits increasing with all my new habits
I really f*cked models like all on my mattress
Like ayyy raindrop drip drip drip
One day i'mma be rich rich rich
If she ain't got the body I could grip grip grip
Then I could teach her what real distance is Bitch
Youngin straight up out the eastside
Shepherd ave and Pitkin on these street signs
Drinking quarter water, staring out the window watching cars go by and say that be's mine
Jordan's hanging on the street wires, with the cop's patrolling when they breeze by
Couple times they hit my crib, looking for somebody more traumatic each time
It built my character got more bread
I Got tired of eating from the store brands
With the crackheads by the corner store fam
Slap a five and now that shit on your hands
Roaches and mice what we lived with
Yellow fly trap from the ceiling and no I don't miss it
For breakfast it's grits and some biscuits
While outside these niggas be gripping them biscuits
To make him a spirit while he catch a sentence
And mother's cry when the police wanna get em
And we'll never tell em who clipped em or didn't
Mistakenly hitting a innocent victim
The cycle continues, this shit be repeating
Influenced by hiphop and shit that we seeing
The videos stronger than bibles we reading
On top of that is all the bullshit we eating
She in love with him but she thinking bout cheating
She looking at me cause I ain't the one fiendin
I own my own business and i'm the one leading
I value my energy and who I leave with
So nah you could miss me with all of the labels
What you bringing to my table?
You want some shine off my name till it make you
But must I remind you, it's me and it ain't you
You see where i'm from and and you ain't even grateful
So give me one reason why I shouldn't play you
You ain't save yourself so bitch why should I save you
And i'll never cape you, you weak and unstable
I already struggled not looking to raise you
You are what you are i'm not looking to change you
Not looking to date you, not looking to tame you
In twenty years you gon resemble the same you still
Might as well run to the exits
Never playing thirsty or desperate
Shine on my left wrist, vibe i'mma catch it
This a good payoff from the time I invested
New wave riding my life
New worth higher my price
Albermarle road born
Shepherd ave I seen life
Starrett city took flight
Look at wins in this life
Set the trends and get right
Youngin did it with his mental, just how I envisioned and meant to
And now i'm on beat guess who's so instrumental
On day to day process of what you could live through
And what you can get through cause this shit is in you
To feel like a star when you walk in a venue
And everyday put on yourself to continue
Live as proof dream my way out
If you don't relate see your way out
With all these odds I even plays out
This ain't practice, this my playground ahhh
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Writer: Joshua Thomas, Mark Kruz
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: J2-Starter
Language: English
Length: 3:30
Written by: Joshua Thomas, Mark Kruz

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