Jerseys N Sneaks - MZ Boom Bap, Ryler Smith

The grimy gravy playa

Who cut yo cream like sabre

Rock it on, young partner

You got your thang made up

Jump the pond when I settle freight

You man for this, heavy weight

Los Angeles, Zurich advance then elevate

We meditate with the buddha

The universe’ll school us

Inevitable things will happen

And much shit’ll purse us

I purge the sewers and navigate

My urge to do this shit

Is straight savage

Bust the pipe thru the barrage

Wait.

the advocate

Who lay the damage

Still shabby, man up respect

Step the fuck up or get off my deck

I get wiggy when jiggy flava come on

In the 17

Züri bright nights

Until the morn

Yo it’s on

Don’t do it for the pennies

The pearlies, the boss pen

Don’t do it for the Remy

The Bentleys, the saucing

We do this for the city, the family

So put yo hands up if you rock with me

(Hoooo)

The merry go round

We get it on with the flava

(YES US)

The major still stunting

On these niggas I got heat

My pop’s teached me as shorty all is not gon be

At god’s speed

We moving swiftly with no shadow

Feel blessed

The light that shine through me like a pharaoh

Unravel

The iller lit poet they call illiterate

I feel no breath when MZ

Hit the beat I go on wreck

I’m blessed

And much love to my people

Niggas hating on me

Cause I speak the truth they seek though

Don’t do it for the pennies

The pearlies, the boss pen

Don’t do it for the Remy

The Bentleys, the saucing

We do this for the city, the family

So put yo hands up if you rock with me

The raunchy funk lieutenant

Who keep it independent

Intended, many careers

Of rappers I have ended

They call it splendid when I hit the mic

For my fam been ever with me

Ever since I had my sights

That’s Züri to the death of me

Yea, period

Music be the therapy

Charge the energy inside yo spirit

Im fading thru smoke all the sess

Make fruits, stay proof of the best

Take a nation to a new level yes

No peril for my friends

(ALL ROUND)

We put it on in the 17 it all goes down

Crept on it yet they still don’t know my cursor

Not the fame, not the money

Only do it for the culture

Don’t do it for the pennies

The pearlies, the boss pen

Don’t do it for the Remy

The Bentleys, the saucing

We do this for the city, the family

So put yo hands up if you rock with me

Hah!

this for my people

Everybody know how it go

Yea we in it and we do it like this

Thru the 17−18

You know the motto

Spread love be message now

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