Jesse Janari - Islands Lyrics

Yeah this a different flow

Feel like I done been away and I just landed home
Why they all get out the way when I get in the zone
You know I say this on record for the record just to put this shit on record
If it ain't about the money do not hit the phone
Swear to God there's just no getting away from it
3 niggas run the label, everybody else take from it
Boy they bout to pay homage
See they ain't gotta clue of what I do to get the tape poppin
This shit might just over take Compton
We done built a city then we put it on a rocket launcher
She gone suck it like a jolly rancher
And then shit gets real cuzzo of granddaddy unresponsive
I mean damn
You know the shit is life or death to my niggas mane
Divvy up a couple mil for my niggas mane
Can I keep it real with you niggas mane
You know I ain't doing nothing that you can't
I mean work hard, work smart
Member they would count me out nigga
Now I'm running out of count nigga
See we gotta weigh the money like a cartel this shit getting way to much to count nigga
I can't throw this shit in no account nigga
They can feed me everything but doubt nigga
Cuz I don't really know what that's about nigga
Young nigga but I been there done you know, done that
I can push 100 miles on them run flats
Yeah I know they see that smoke when I run past
I went from keeping bands on me at all times to niggas never hold cash
Yeah, now I never hold bags
You know I can't even hold a grudge
I turned that dream in the cold cash hold that

I told them niggas imma work harder, work smarter, go father, than every nigga I know
See imma work harder, work smarter, go farther, then any nigga I know
See imma work harder, work smarter, go farther then every nigga I know
See imma work harder, go smarter, ahh
Then every nigga I know

I'm hella dedicated hit the lab right before the service
Gotta keep the grass cut got these niggas watching for the serpents
Flow cold like a glacier you my have to drop below the surface
Just to understand my purpose
Blueberry OG keep the soil full of turpins
I'm in Persia with a turban, that ain't urban
See I hit a city like 100°
Bitch how you sadity you ain't got a degree
Everybody want the fame and the glory sorry
I became the nigga that you wanted to be
Nigga hit Coachella give them something to see
Then I hit the school give them something to be
Heard the people want food, give them something to eat
Then write a book about it give them something to read
I mean damn this a cold game
They see me bout to blow up like them niggas lit the propane
Had to feed a couple niggas to the wolves ain't got no shame
Boy I'm PAC and Biggie with the nose rang
I don't want a slice nigga gotta have the whole thang
Boy my niggas want the whole thang
Ahh

Rest In Peace Popo
We'll take it from here