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Forever (feat. Ikarus & Jay Milo) Video (MV)






J.Shep - Forever (feat. Ikarus & Jay Milo) Lyrics




Why these niggas steady claiming they the best
They should lay that shii to rest
When you come outside
Make sure you throw on ya vest
Cause lyrical hollows will be shot
Test test
Check check

Who really bout it
Too many rappers coming from stable houses
But claiming to be poverty stricken
As if they mama smacked them in the mouth
For not unthawing the chicken
As if they know about mixing Kool-Aid with a quart of sugar, they trippin

Tired of all the lies
Claiming they gang but in the streets they rely
On other niggas for protection
Couldn't move solo dolo without they bro bro
You see these points I make is focal
Steady talking bout a four-four, but millimeters is pequeño

Spun the block spraying dirty water, they some flint hoes
Dickriding and talking shii, call that slick throat
Just be comfortable in ya skin
Cause some of you not f*cking with the melanin
Moving real feminine, ya understand
Some of ya'll better check ya manz

Cause they snitching when they facing years
Call that cutting dividends
I hope it offends, you and ya whole possy
I'll smack a nigga with a brick
I was trained for this, lets get Rocky
Just keep ya lil pistol in ya pocket, man let me stop it

Cause I'm pushing buttons
Like twist it, shake it, sock it, pop it, play it, knock it
Drop it, mop it, cause ya shii is trash
Get some better bars
Otherwise I'm a stay lapping ya ass
And you gone brush it off of ya shoulder, like whatever
But I'm telling ya'll niggas, I want this shii forever

Gotdamn, here we go again
This the A team, we coming for the mothaf*ckin win
Quez, Quise, and Kidd, ain't no way, we can f*cking lose
I'm a dropout, ain't worried bout no god damn school
Used to beat the bitch, I'll admit it was a lil rude
She had me f*cked up, a nigga couldn't even make a f*cking move
Like I'm MJ, nigga I'm feeling super smooth
Like a criminal, bitch I be subliminal
I'll kill ya whole family, ya'll be singing hymnals
Lil bitch it be up, up and it's stuck
Picking molly anyday over a gotdamn blunt
I'm just tryna get high, so I can get by
F*ck the feelings, bitch lets lose our mothaf*ckin mind
I'm gone, I be in this bitch I'm tryna make a f*ckin' song
I'm f*ckin' on yo bitch, I see the way she wear her thong

Fell in love with the game I need wedlock
Life get hard and what I do? I make her bedrock
When shit get cool I don't stay for discussion
What I'm puffing on is gas what you puffing is nothing
Just took my bitch to outer space she gave me outer world loving
And I don't leave without the Drake I'm about to f*ck up the function
I don't rap without the bass y'all thought Megan did something
We was raking up the cakes all these O's look like Funyuns
F*cked his bitch in a jacuzzi he was sick to his stomach
Bitch this pack came from the doctors still sealed and it's bussing
Can teach you niggas how to rap cause we get tired of y'all bluffing
You see to live is to learn but y'all still make the same mistakes
I'm about to grab y'all by a noose and tie an end to discussions
I'm like the Big Bang begin and end to destruction
She wipe me down like instructed
I pop a tag and said f*ck it
I'm on her ass like a pucket
But see we ballers get buckets
And bitch we bosses get looted
Come get your bitch cause she choosing
And your bro picking sides, get your pig before we shoot it
We ain't come from out the way you either gang or you losing
We ain't in this shit for fun you on our team or you losing
I'm gone
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Why these niggas steady claiming they the best
They should lay that shii to rest
When you come outside
Make sure you throw on ya vest
Cause lyrical hollows will be shot
Test test
Check check

Who really bout it
Too many rappers coming from stable houses
But claiming to be poverty stricken
As if they mama smacked them in the mouth
For not unthawing the chicken
As if they know about mixing Kool-Aid with a quart of sugar, they trippin

Tired of all the lies
Claiming they gang but in the streets they rely
On other niggas for protection
Couldn't move solo dolo without they bro bro
You see these points I make is focal
Steady talking bout a four-four, but millimeters is pequeño

Spun the block spraying dirty water, they some flint hoes
Dickriding and talking shii, call that slick throat
Just be comfortable in ya skin
Cause some of you not f*cking with the melanin
Moving real feminine, ya understand
Some of ya'll better check ya manz

Cause they snitching when they facing years
Call that cutting dividends
I hope it offends, you and ya whole possy
I'll smack a nigga with a brick
I was trained for this, lets get Rocky
Just keep ya lil pistol in ya pocket, man let me stop it

Cause I'm pushing buttons
Like twist it, shake it, sock it, pop it, play it, knock it
Drop it, mop it, cause ya shii is trash
Get some better bars
Otherwise I'm a stay lapping ya ass
And you gone brush it off of ya shoulder, like whatever
But I'm telling ya'll niggas, I want this shii forever

Gotdamn, here we go again
This the A team, we coming for the mothaf*ckin win
Quez, Quise, and Kidd, ain't no way, we can f*cking lose
I'm a dropout, ain't worried bout no god damn school
Used to beat the bitch, I'll admit it was a lil rude
She had me f*cked up, a nigga couldn't even make a f*cking move
Like I'm MJ, nigga I'm feeling super smooth
Like a criminal, bitch I be subliminal
I'll kill ya whole family, ya'll be singing hymnals
Lil bitch it be up, up and it's stuck
Picking molly anyday over a gotdamn blunt
I'm just tryna get high, so I can get by
F*ck the feelings, bitch lets lose our mothaf*ckin mind
I'm gone, I be in this bitch I'm tryna make a f*ckin' song
I'm f*ckin' on yo bitch, I see the way she wear her thong

Fell in love with the game I need wedlock
Life get hard and what I do? I make her bedrock
When shit get cool I don't stay for discussion
What I'm puffing on is gas what you puffing is nothing
Just took my bitch to outer space she gave me outer world loving
And I don't leave without the Drake I'm about to f*ck up the function
I don't rap without the bass y'all thought Megan did something
We was raking up the cakes all these O's look like Funyuns
F*cked his bitch in a jacuzzi he was sick to his stomach
Bitch this pack came from the doctors still sealed and it's bussing
Can teach you niggas how to rap cause we get tired of y'all bluffing
You see to live is to learn but y'all still make the same mistakes
I'm about to grab y'all by a noose and tie an end to discussions
I'm like the Big Bang begin and end to destruction
She wipe me down like instructed
I pop a tag and said f*ck it
I'm on her ass like a pucket
But see we ballers get buckets
And bitch we bosses get looted
Come get your bitch cause she choosing
And your bro picking sides, get your pig before we shoot it
We ain't come from out the way you either gang or you losing
We ain't in this shit for fun you on our team or you losing
I'm gone
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Writer: JAMES SHEPPARD, JEFFREY ALLEN LOOMIS, VAN WILLIAMS, WARREL GEORGE BAKER
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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