Album Name

Book Of Days By A June & J Beat - Dreamer (With Soundstream)

Artist

A June & J Beat (에이준 앤 제이비트)

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2016.08.12

Release Agency

㈜샌드박스네트워크

What`s The Drill ... - A June & J Beat (에이준 앤 제이비트)
Aint no way no how you
gonna stop me now
Yo I pound the underground
in stereo sound
I come back around
and then I do it again
Once again yo who are these
so called friends
Oh buddies yo life is funny
life is money
Life is fast like a nose is runny
Don’t ask me why kids wanna
be tough guys
Most are just small fries
in disguise
For real what the deal
who’s real and who’s fake
Make a mistake and find ya
ass back on home base
To win the race keep pace
with a mean face
Get busted getting laced
get left without a trace
CL’s in the place
let the vibe ride by
CI LI in the house with pride
Im in the hizzy
fo shizzy old school getting busy
Now let the record spin
till ya heads get dizzy
Somebody’s gotta tell me
what’s going on for real
Some of these cats out
there really need to chill
Somebody’s gotta tell me
what’s going on for real
Some of these cats out
there really need to chill
Jump off the bandwagon
of those is braggin
Gun packing hoe slappin toe
taggin braggin
Who you shoot oh you hard
cause you wear some tim boots
Oh you the man
cause you made a little loot
Let me take you to school now
here’s your first lesson
You front then
don’t make rap your profession
Lesson two huuhh just be you
Now lesson three hummm
lemme see don’t try to be me
Lesson 4 how bout you
don’t front no more
If you do you find your ass
out the back door
Yall kiddies is funny
I said straight up comics
Like you just passed a class
called hooked on
Ebonics Oh you smoke chronic
so now you down right
Let’s see who with ya
when it time for a fight
I aint got time
for bitches and snitches
My ride don’t have switch’s
rims 24 inch’s
Somebody’s gotta tell me
what’s going on for real
Some of these cats out
there really need to chill
Somebody’s gotta tell me
what’s going on for real
Some of these cats out
there really need to chill
With mad yrs up in the game
they say rap pays I said come on
man all these white kids
rap nowadays
For real the perpetrators
need to chill
Take your doo rag off dude you
come from crackaville
I aint thug im from a town
that gets down
Central islip if I don’t front
you just aint allowed
Some underground cats
never give me respect
But that cool the underground
never wrote me a check
Never put food on my plate
or gas up in my car
I call it as I see it
you don’t feel fuck yall
I gotta house to pay
with some kids to raise
With yrs in the game
now it time to get paid
You better know your role
then know your goal
You play you cards wrong
be prepared to fold
Ya see don’t give up
until a million sold I said
Platinum baby
I’m more solid that gold
Somebody’s gotta tell me
what’s going on for real
Some of these cats out
there really need to chill
Somebody’s gotta tell me
what’s going on for real
Some of these cats out
there really need to chill