Born in the 80's Im rocking it like a Kangol
94 babies exploring places you can't go
Rap God who Scott Storching the flames throws
Gotta lay low, the drank cold, I sips slow
Holla at me I holla back can you feel it
Told the boy to give up the dream these niggas ignorant
Couple dollars just for the hour like where's the dignity
Janari next to Pac and Biggie talking to Kennedy
Sunday mornings I visit heaven from 3 to 7
And then I wonder where the time goes
I ain't see nobody holding bibles
Snapback gone 4 hours out the time zone, mind-blown
Paint the picture with the elixir I ponder daily
I wonder when they find out what I got
Will they treat me like a person or a resource
Cuz they need a favor from somebody in the key-courts, damn
I mean damn that's how it goes when you living good
And a bottle of the finest if you living better
Roses to them niggas who be dying young
I'm just praying for private planes and sunny weather, feel me
A bottle of the finest to them niggas living good you know
We just made it to the hills, we done made it out the hood you know
These young niggas going crazy we just so misunderstood you know
That's why the weed smoke loud nigga, everything good you know
I took a couple wins couples loses that's just how the game goes
Like every time we trip to London take a pic on Abbey Road
Voice going in and out, but they gone hear it in my tone
This that heart and soul shit I gotta hear it in this song
You know they pay me for words
Pay me for living shit that I've written in cursive
This shit was arranged see I be living with purpose
Like when I write it down I make reality perfect
This a strange thang
Like how I change planes and my change strange
Like everywhere I go they got the hookup for a nigga
Fine dine this the custom cook up for a nigga
Good times I might hit my Bookum on you nigga
The car run so the crib next
I wonder how many records it take
New Orleans Beignet's then Amsterdam with the Crepes
See I heard the car gone come with liquor and drapes
Humble beginnings made me so expensive
You should see all my living expenses
This shit is extensive
On time I don't do extensions
Just incase the debt collector listening (haha)
A bottle of the finest to them niggas living good you know
We just made it to the hills, we done made it out the hood you know
These young niggas going crazy we just so misunderstood you know
That's why the weed smoke loud nigga, everything good you know
A bottle of the finest to them niggas living good you know
We just made it to the hills, we done made it out the hood you know
These young niggas going crazy we just so misunderstood you know
That's why the weed smoke loud nigga, everything good you know
Jesse Janari - 87 Degrees Lyrics
Jesse Janari - 87 Degrees Lyrics
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Born in the 80's Im rocking it like a Kangol
94 babies exploring places you can't go
Rap God who Scott Storching the flames throws
Gotta lay low, the drank cold, I sips slow
Holla at me I holla back can you feel it
Told the boy to give up the dream these niggas ignorant
Couple dollars just for the hour like where's the dignity
Janari next to Pac and Biggie talking to Kennedy
Sunday mornings I visit heaven from 3 to 7
And then I wonder where the time goes
I ain't see nobody holding bibles
Snapback gone 4 hours out the time zone, mind-blown
Paint the picture with the elixir I ponder daily
I wonder when they find out what I got
Will they treat me like a person or a resource
Cuz they need a favor from somebody in the key-courts, damn
I mean damn that's how it goes when you living good
And a bottle of the finest if you living better
Roses to them niggas who be dying young
I'm just praying for private planes and sunny weather, feel me
A bottle of the finest to them niggas living good you know
We just made it to the hills, we done made it out the hood you know
These young niggas going crazy we just so misunderstood you know
That's why the weed smoke loud nigga, everything good you know
I took a couple wins couples loses that's just how the game goes
Like every time we trip to London take a pic on Abbey Road
Voice going in and out, but they gone hear it in my tone
This that heart and soul shit I gotta hear it in this song
You know they pay me for words
Pay me for living shit that I've written in cursive
This shit was arranged see I be living with purpose
Like when I write it down I make reality perfect
This a strange thang
Like how I change planes and my change strange
Like everywhere I go they got the hookup for a nigga
Fine dine this the custom cook up for a nigga
Good times I might hit my Bookum on you nigga
The car run so the crib next
I wonder how many records it take
New Orleans Beignet's then Amsterdam with the Crepes
See I heard the car gone come with liquor and drapes
Humble beginnings made me so expensive
You should see all my living expenses
This shit is extensive
On time I don't do extensions
Just incase the debt collector listening (haha)
A bottle of the finest to them niggas living good you know
We just made it to the hills, we done made it out the hood you know
These young niggas going crazy we just so misunderstood you know
That's why the weed smoke loud nigga, everything good you know
A bottle of the finest to them niggas living good you know
We just made it to the hills, we done made it out the hood you know
These young niggas going crazy we just so misunderstood you know
That's why the weed smoke loud nigga, everything good you know
94 babies exploring places you can't go
Rap God who Scott Storching the flames throws
Gotta lay low, the drank cold, I sips slow
Holla at me I holla back can you feel it
Told the boy to give up the dream these niggas ignorant
Couple dollars just for the hour like where's the dignity
Janari next to Pac and Biggie talking to Kennedy
Sunday mornings I visit heaven from 3 to 7
And then I wonder where the time goes
I ain't see nobody holding bibles
Snapback gone 4 hours out the time zone, mind-blown
Paint the picture with the elixir I ponder daily
I wonder when they find out what I got
Will they treat me like a person or a resource
Cuz they need a favor from somebody in the key-courts, damn
I mean damn that's how it goes when you living good
And a bottle of the finest if you living better
Roses to them niggas who be dying young
I'm just praying for private planes and sunny weather, feel me
A bottle of the finest to them niggas living good you know
We just made it to the hills, we done made it out the hood you know
These young niggas going crazy we just so misunderstood you know
That's why the weed smoke loud nigga, everything good you know
I took a couple wins couples loses that's just how the game goes
Like every time we trip to London take a pic on Abbey Road
Voice going in and out, but they gone hear it in my tone
This that heart and soul shit I gotta hear it in this song
You know they pay me for words
Pay me for living shit that I've written in cursive
This shit was arranged see I be living with purpose
Like when I write it down I make reality perfect
This a strange thang
Like how I change planes and my change strange
Like everywhere I go they got the hookup for a nigga
Fine dine this the custom cook up for a nigga
Good times I might hit my Bookum on you nigga
The car run so the crib next
I wonder how many records it take
New Orleans Beignet's then Amsterdam with the Crepes
See I heard the car gone come with liquor and drapes
Humble beginnings made me so expensive
You should see all my living expenses
This shit is extensive
On time I don't do extensions
Just incase the debt collector listening (haha)
A bottle of the finest to them niggas living good you know
We just made it to the hills, we done made it out the hood you know
These young niggas going crazy we just so misunderstood you know
That's why the weed smoke loud nigga, everything good you know
A bottle of the finest to them niggas living good you know
We just made it to the hills, we done made it out the hood you know
These young niggas going crazy we just so misunderstood you know
That's why the weed smoke loud nigga, everything good you know
Writer: Jesse Janari
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