
Pay Up
by Jaryd Blake
on 7 Days A.D. (2019)
[Intro]
Look
We don't duck confrontation, niggas love confrontation
We don't duck conversations, niggas love conversation
If you really want work, niggas love compensation
Look we can come together and make all these other niggas pay up, check it
Pay up, check it
[Verse 1: Jaryd Blake]
Yo
Assalamu alaikum, asalakum salam
I pray in the sun, add peace in the storm
Love the rotation, don't care for the form
But if that motherfucker bang can't say that it's wrong
I know that me minus you equal margin that era
I know that words of our father equal proof of forever
Stay on principles or fold under pressure
I know if we come together, we could make these other niggas pay up, check it
Pay up, check it
Creative mind, are you the one that's designing this?
All your thoughts intertwined with that [?]
Focus on that house with modern appliances
Sick as a rap god, got all of the sinuses
Plus minus less [?]
How high does your consciousnesses get?
Thoughts been synonymous with
[?] that shit the way that King Solomon live
Your idol's idol in solitary confinement [?]
Follow him in
[?] are hollowing in
Pill popping, swallowing gin on avenues and boulevards [?]
Pulled apart and [?], bottom of ten
Light it and light it again, I'll escape with ya
You know its stars in the sky, fuck a wraith nigga
If I'm a star in your eyes, know your place on top of it
If I'm a star in your eyes, know your place on top of it
[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins]
[?]
Ready to rumble, pollen ain't no bumble
Be wagging fingers like Mutombo
Elephant in the room, so they play Horton Hears a Who to my dumbo
Niggas Dr. Seuss on the radio
I put all my truth in the gumbo
Proofs in the pudding, this ain't tapioca
Pen to the paper, now I'm tapping in the style, all that fashion over saturated
How could a nigga feel emasculated?
You was already a bitch, dog
Ain't even sprinting yet, just a brisk jog on the lake shore
Waves crash at my feet, I can make, more
You surface scratching like disk jockeys
The way that these words break jaws
Raw brush strokes when I paint [?] on my character, we
Draw gun smoke, already knew what the temperature was
All cutthroat [?] see saws in my area, C notes in my carry on, pre rolls that I buried, [?]
Law crush hopes, I know I fit the criteria for it
Saw a jump rope, them niggas skipping through circles of lies
See bacteria growing, I'm too clean with this shit
Y'all want certain demise, fucking with me
360 layups, we 'bout to make these niggas pay up
Yeah, just keep fucking with me
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