Jaymo Money - Exposure (feat. Slim Inflo) Lyrics

Winter tires on my whip so I grip the street
Cold blooded killers out here gripping heat
They shooting up the restaurant while you eat
So I say my prayers 'fore I go to sleep
I pray for my enemies revenge is sweet
Karma's a bitch it's bout time we meet
I'm walking on fire but got cold feet
These cold cuts 'll turn your guts into sandwich meat
Get the f*ck out the kitchen can't stand the heat
Chuck got that fire cook up a beat
Never shook I keep Mobb Deep on repeat
All I need is a hook and this one's complete
It's Inflo and Jaymo ya 'dun know
We ain't retire
We replacing the kush with gun smoke
Proprietary replacing the rent with what's owned
It's my desire and I seem to always catch what's thrown
We on a lick
And you ask where the door key nigga
This 'pose to be low key nigga
You the driver and you nervous like we hot in a 'stoly nigga
Cold feet sweating you really drinking a 40 nigga
Don't hit me with that oh that was you
When you looked me in my eye and looked surprise you a 'okie nigga
We paper soldiers while you pay per soldier
And near misses with these bullets dislocate your shoulders
Was told to never break composure or share my plate with a vulture
My mask on and it ain't for no corona exposure
Wasn't missing just had to take a break for the culture
And what I've seen
Got me feeling like I kinda disowned it
I want back ownership