Jefe the Young Pharaoh - Grandad Lyrics

Yes sir
J.E.F.E.
Comin' with the hella tree

This some different shit right here, kid

Uh

My name is Jefe, mostly known for the beats
But that don't mean I can't hop up on the mic with some heat
I'll be honest, I'm a producer, not an MC
But it's funny how I'm better than some people, you see

Let me tell you how much I do this shit
Often
Not really, honestly, I'm tired
I just wanna talk silly, spit bars, and voluntarily have bitches let me fondle they titties

F*ckin' a broad on top of the city named Vicky, she licked me
After I finish, eat her out and then we roll up a spliffy
Drive back to the studio with food we ordered from Mickey
Pour up E&J with the coke, it's the perfect elixir

Cook a beat up, now she wanna be impressed
Good thing I got plenty of these in my chest
My boy Vance Woodz say you rockin' with the best
I don't even feel like ending, you can come up with the rest, look

Hell nah, hop up out my whip, I don't care about the shit you say
My homie got an ounce of gelato and I'm boutta smoke the f*ck out
Yuh, we gettin' high all day
I got too many hits back in my lab
Motherf*ckers know I'm in my bag
And I'm only tapped in, I'm lastin' til I'm Grandad past 2088

Refocus my mind on the vision set in the sky
Erasin' every possibility this ain't my time to shine
They don't want it, f*ck em, that just make me go harder
Love when shade gets in my way 'cuz that just make my light brighter, uh

3 x 3's 9, it's also 33
I'm really a-maz-in' j-e-f-
E-N-E-R-G-Y you steppin' to me
So hostile, watch it when you talkin' to a boss

Cuz I might just fire and go off like Wolf of Wall St
Stack up the racks, passion in Jordan's
Drop it in the van double wrapped in a vacuum bag
Then I profit, exchange for blue faces and then skyrocket

Achieve God body, high vibration
I think it's gettin' to me, I gotta keep chasing
My only destiny, the money and the fame, shit
Maybe not the latter, cuz without it, I'm ok (Shewww)

Hell nah, hop up out my whip, I don't care about the shit you say
My homie got an ounce of gelato and I'm boutta smoke the f*ck out
Yuh, we gettin' high all day
I got too many hits back in my lab
Motherf*ckers know I'm in my bag
And I'm only tapped in, I'm lastin' til I'm Grandad past 2088, yeah