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lirik lagu j j l, cole tindal & 2pointtrev - rock lee!

[chorus: j j l]
e’rybody know i’m sk!lled to the core, build ’til i’m sore
talkin’ to these women lately feels like a chore
got me so bored, i would rather go record
they don’t really make ’em like this anymore

[verse 1: j j l]
i got weight on my legs like i’m rock lee
i’m trainin’ while my peers gettin’ lit off the broccoli
no distractions on this road ’cause n0body will stop me
i’m like madara, the way that i could blitz any army
no shin0bi on my level, they can try to meddle
but tell me what’s a boulder to a couple small pebbles
i guess y’all dеserve medals for partic~p~tion
i been grindin’ for thе plaques with no implications
that i’m ever slowin’ down ’til a crown on my temple
me and my tribe like avengers when assembled
i know vets tremble when i leave these beats ten toes up
i’ll run the whole forty~eight, i don’t need no sub, for real

[verse 2: tonyxtrotten]
yeah, the rock took the weight off, i fought the demon of the sand
comin’ out unscathed, but still bleedin’ from my hands
holdin’ on too tight, now i’m the freest in the land
once he break down gates, you know lee is in a trance
they got a hunnid songs, but can’t tell what they rep for
or meant for, their name is the sole thing that they sweat for
swear they slay knights, but take l’s on the chessboard
chillin’ with the king, just a rook, i know less more
i been golden in the booth because i’m boastin’ in the truth
i’m like a shoulder to masseuse, but i been colder than the blues
grind the slogan of the crew, bro, you know that it’s truth
and i be stompin’ average joes like i had folgers in my shoes, uh (what he say?)
they all gimmicks, i’m rock lee, i’m all punches
it’s more than one reason that y’all could not touch us
they all gimmicks, but i’m all punches
it’s more than one reason that y’all could not touch us
[chorus: j j l]
e’rybody know i’m sk!lled to the core, build ’til i’m sore
talkin’ to these women lately feels like a chore
got me so bored, i would rather go record
they don’t really make ’em like this anymore

[verse 3: cousin rickie]
yeah, yeah, i ask the lord for peace, i leave these beats in pieces
they say i’m violent and angry and in some need for jesus
and i own this game, i didn’t get it off no leases
they talkin’ crazy, but they really couldn’t give you reasons
let me tell you what i really am about (tell ’em)
i don’t do this for no money (nah), i don’t do this for the clout (nah)
i’m here to expose fakes and really get them out
they ain’t sayin’ nothin’ when they open they mouth, uh
i hear the talkin’ and complainin’ through the grapevine
it’s a lot of yappin’ to they friends when they go whine, uh
i got a question, do i hit the walk sign?
i gotta stay safe when i go across yo mind, uh
there’s a lotta rappers on the mic bluffin’
rappin’ the same shh, it’s really got no substance
it’s hard to hear when we supposed to lead the pack
nowadays feels like they let anybody rap, uh

[verse 4: cole tindal]
since the ’03 focus, i been makin’ hocus pocus
ac broken speakers way too loud to notice
my goals up in the endzone, and i think they lookin’ open
hail mary time, c~ck it back, you gotta throw it
i mix potions like a seven~year gryffindor student
i get the balance right, and k!ll the beat, forget who records to it
got homies up the road, i got homies off the coast
giving blessings to the pope, give a rope to a judas, i’m, uh
movin’ impeccable the predicated precipice
the pressure to measure up got ’em sounding like impressionists
picture perfect, predators gettin’ pressed with the pestilence
stick up in my sleepin’ bag, pounds on my benjamins
j sent the order out, picked it, and i pedaled it back
we stayin’ reverent when it comes to the raps
we, with the coldest poets, nothing rings truer than that
you can deny it if it helps you relax, tindal
[chorus: j j l]
e’rybody know i’m sk!lled to the core, build ’til i’m sore
talkin’ to these women lately feels like a chore
got me so bored, i would rather go record
they don’t really make ’em like this anymore (go)

[verse 5: jxrge]
i told j j l we gotta make some music for the people
yeah, you know i got like somethin’ on my mind that i just gotta tell
i was like chosen by the one, i just like got distracted
and just like fell off the path just a lil’ (woah, woah, woah)
i was like trippin’, man, i (woah, woah, woah)
but now it’s time to really, uh (go, go, go)
you know i’m on his time, so i (slow, slow, slow down)
i ain’t gon’ stop this rappin’ ’til like i am at the golden gates
i am destined for this, so like i don’t care, like what you say
i’m just showin’ love, and every corner really filled with hate
i just had to train myself to not take a bite of the bait
yeah, i’m only eighteen, but i ain’t got no time to play
i got some big dreams, so i just sit down and just pray
i know he got some big things that he planned out for me
but i can’t forget to thank him for the gift he’s given me

[verse 6: 2pointtrev]
okay, quiet down, trev is on, find a beat to settle on
my homie took an upper, then he said i’m upper echelon
me, i’m making sure my head is on, seein’ that
i got a text from j, about a song, he askin’ where the heat is at
so f~~~ it, i’m ’bout to switch the whole beat attached
slide on it, leave it rashed
my indie ass was holdin’ back my rap side, but rap trev is free at last
and actually, the last beat was way calmer, i need it back
okay, nine~to~five weekdays, i’m finally on a salary
i got the llc, and now i file tax manually
lowest tax bracket, but i’m seein’ racks annually
your boy crashin’ out, i’m stayin’ so nonchalantly
okay, you got a bad car note, got men in san marcos
i’m seein’ boys lined up, look like a fat barcode
can someone tell j to stop calling me jack harlow?
i’m more mac miller, hope i make it to tomorrow
[verse 7: j j l]
okay, sorry, bro, it’s hard to not compare all these white boys
the brown boy with the curly top got the right noise
i can’t knock the gringo out of some of my amigos
but i can knock these flows out cold like casamigos
hate the jakes and the snakes, but i’m rango with the quick scope
what you think the j’s in my name for? i bring smoke
e’rybody rappin’ on this cypher is my kinfolk
but competition got me jaden smith, this my kenpo
i tried to give my two cents, but showed the art of stayin’ down
i blossomed with a high ball on my palm, when i lay around
i think about my future, what a time to be alive
this for all the dogs that made it out the mud and survived
this my time, i’ve arrived, gave ’em two fours up
i took exit 44, this road done had bumps
i took breaks on kentucky ave, now i’m in phases
watch the boy stack blue faces

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