lirik lagu jaecy - fashionably late
[chorus]
gotta respect times down and bad
charge it to the game and keep on pushin’
jump in the booth, chop, chef, and cook it
spark up the doog, this ain’t brooklyn
bench press, pressin’ the ice
pressing my anger for a few years, i was doing up trady
everybody asking me for bangers
everybody asking me, “what’s next?”
everybody want for cj flex
everybody want for no iguana
should i tell ’em i don’t know what’s next?
should i tell ’em i don’t know where i’m goin’?
should i tell ’em that i know i’m flex?
[?], i just wanna get checked
[?], i just wanna get money
[?], i just want for a hustle
[?], i just want for live
[?], i just want for do this music, team, pick up my beats
passing by me, you don’t know me
i got stripes that your eyes won’t see
i got stories your brain can’t comprehend
but i’ll stop and my name’s jaecy
[verse]
yeah, fashion be late of course
was on track, but i swept of course
they got a juice, but it still ain’t sauce, nah
i make the turbo riff at the end of it, man, they still won’t score, nah
[?] behind that whip [?] let’s get scourge, cuz
manual order swerving, i got the ix4 electric vehix, huh
you know i’m west of sidney, man, west of sidney, g, huh
i need a porsche or bmw, [?] seriously, huh
talking behind my back, or [?] packing saweetie, g, huh
miss is a master bread, [?] so i get to the bread and eat
get to the chopper, [?] like jackson beat, beat
hustle like jackson fifty
it’s jaecy, i don’t need no five
up in the booth, and talk ’bout money and all the bullsh~t i survived
you know this lifestyle that we live, one wrong move can be your life
you gotta hustle, you gotta progress, you gotta [?], exercise
turn on the news at 6p.m., i swear you think grim reaper flies
i had to treat this game like chess, so i sat back, i ~n~lyse
yeah, i sat back i improvised, you know, say, one plus one is two
but two l’s can turn to a dub, you know in this life that sh~t ain’t new
you can’t act up, please, just stay cool, you know bro’s straight from beirut
pull up things that have you turning, spinning, 1942
[chorus]
gotta respect time’s down
charge the game and keep on pushin’
jump in the booth, chop, chef and cook it
spark up the doog, this ain’t brooklyn
bench press, pressin’ the ice
pressing my anger for a few years, i was doing up trady
everybody asking me for bangers
everybody asking me, “what’s next?”
everybody want for cj flex
everybody want for no iguana
should i tell ’em i don’t know what’s next?
should i tell ’em i don’t know where i’m goin’?
should i tell ’em that i know i’m flex?
[?], i just wanna get checked
[?], i just wanna get money
[?], i just want for a hustle
[?], i just want for live
[?], i just want for do this music, team, pick up my beats
passing by me, you don’t know me
i got stripes that your eyes won’t see
i got stories your brain can’t comprehend
but i’ll stop and my name’s jaecy
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