Album Name

Mom & Pop Shit

Artist

Junoflo (주노플로), 죠니보이킹스턴 (Johnnyboy Kingston)

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2023.11.10

Release Agency

(주)온앤온아이피스튜디오

This not no pop shit, this that mom and pop shit
bringing out the mop shit
old school, big dreams
singing to the mop shit
raw fish, bringing out them lobsters
Y'all know that I'm solid
with anyone that I rock with
papa used to served up them $5 boxes
Back in 86, one of Benihana off shoots
we were crazy rich, makin independent profits
tell me how you get it poppin
if ain't nobody watching
how you keep it honest
if everybody promptin
yeah we make them profits
but aint nobody doctors
high field of censorship they aint nobody coppin
high field be the place where everybody shopping
phones running like a faucet we get deposits
serving out houses in different portions
Japanese
Yo pass the plate G, I'm tired of all this talking
I'm starving, it's the side effect of being an artist
I'm part man, part animal, part mechanical
They can't compare with me
It's too wide of a margin
This that mom & pop shit
Kimchi out the pot shit
Quality, I swear you can't even cop this
Cash in the bundle watch it cycle out the store
Pops had to feed the fam
Even when the business slow
See the plot thick
Make it work
It didn't matter what the cost is
and what's life without the darkness
Fight without a conflict
Brain without a conscience
Fiend without a pipe
I got the dope that's what they call this
And my mama working two jobs to feed a child
Argentina from Korea went and flew the miles
went thru the trials
I just want to see her smile
Till she proud see my name on headlines
and they screaming loud
I'm the top dawg
I ain't with these Tom & Jerry's
OG told me if I'm aiming
Better hold it steady
The bar wasn't high enough so I went and set it
Fuck confetti
I just want to go & stack the fetti
Look Land of the killing fields
where shit get real where just to get a mil
you gotta risk your life now tell me how that feel
you sleep at night not evening knowing it might be your last
and sounds of the gun fly by your head as you runnin past
them killin fields, waking up you hear no birds singing
shit thats the sounds of the choppers ringing
that aid has came and you'd made it out
you fled the war, now all aboard to the land you that you dont know nothing about
but shit fk it, we gon thug it out
we gotta kill to make a living
someone close the busy kitchen
in land of the free
everybody got opinions instead of fighting for your people
you now fight against the system
gang banging my religion
everybody wanna play me what
cuz I dont speak the language?
cant feel what I be sayin?
I'm just trying to feed my kids
but you motherfkers playin
keep on running gangs look
now we the ones with the choppers boy
we call the shots aint no doctors boy
whats the price of the life you cant afford
cuz I'm locked up in the system as I wait to get deported
uh welcome to the land of the killing fields