Just Deserts by CJ Run Lyrics
Hook:
Ashes, ashes they all fall down
Who’s that gunning for the crown right now?
All these fucking people in my head so loud
I just drown em out, this is not the final round
Verse 1:
Shit looks like I’m not sleeping again
Here I go midnight creeping again
Been a few weeks ain’t link with my friends
Now some of us ain’t really speaking again
I’m plotting, not stop shotting
How many n-b rappers with festival slots?
There’s one its gotta be me
Boy, girl, man thing on the TV
Stink up the place niggas gotta breathe me
No lysol, hold the febreeze
I got the spray make a blessed man sneeze
Bring in the flavor, gorgon cheese
Oh my oh me, oh me, oh my, my goodness
Its hard out here when you look this, fine
Never on call but always on time
No wonder man wan’ dull up my shine
But your girl still wanna meet and greet
Sent me a text then swipe and delete
Gotta make sure make sure you don’t see
But you hate to see it, don’t you?
How I pattern the rap and the vocal
Proper professional pull up the protool
Everyone asking me how I got on?
I don’t do nothing but what I’m supposed to
Babe I’m a star in the making a mogul (fuck that)
I been on top since gwen hollaback
Take no backchat from a minor
Melody major, read me on paper
Pull up at jummah assalumalaikum
Father forgive all the mess imma make this weekend
Sodomy all on my tongue and my teeth
She love how I eat with my pinky ring deep
Its organic swishers to bill up the weed
This feeling fleeting
Bottle it
Sell it back to the masses and make my p’s
Its rest in peace to the former
Far from perfect
Still deserve it
Entree, starter, just deserted
What’s mine is mine
Is mine is mine
Its mine its mine its mine its mine its mine its mine its-
Hook:
Ashes, ashes they all fall down
Who’s that gunning for the crown right now
All these fucking voices in my head so loud
I just drown em out, this is not the final round
Ashes, ashes they all fall down
Who’s that gunning for the crown right now?
All these fucking people in my head so loud
I just drown em out, this is not the final round
Verse 1:
Shit looks like I’m not sleeping again
Here I go midnight creeping again
Been a few weeks ain’t link with my friends
Now some of us ain’t really speaking again
I’m plotting, not stop shotting
How many n-b rappers with festival slots?
There’s one its gotta be me
Boy, girl, man thing on the TV
Stink up the place niggas gotta breathe me
No lysol, hold the febreeze
I got the spray make a blessed man sneeze
Bring in the flavor, gorgon cheese
Oh my oh me, oh me, oh my, my goodness
Its hard out here when you look this, fine
Never on call but always on time
No wonder man wan’ dull up my shine
But your girl still wanna meet and greet
Sent me a text then swipe and delete
Gotta make sure make sure you don’t see
But you hate to see it, don’t you?
How I pattern the rap and the vocal
Proper professional pull up the protool
Everyone asking me how I got on?
I don’t do nothing but what I’m supposed to
Babe I’m a star in the making a mogul (fuck that)
I been on top since gwen hollaback
Take no backchat from a minor
Melody major, read me on paper
Pull up at jummah assalumalaikum
Father forgive all the mess imma make this weekend
Sodomy all on my tongue and my teeth
She love how I eat with my pinky ring deep
Its organic swishers to bill up the weed
This feeling fleeting
Bottle it
Sell it back to the masses and make my p’s
Its rest in peace to the former
Far from perfect
Still deserve it
Entree, starter, just deserted
What’s mine is mine
Is mine is mine
Its mine its mine its mine its mine its mine its mine its-
Hook:
Ashes, ashes they all fall down
Who’s that gunning for the crown right now
All these fucking voices in my head so loud
I just drown em out, this is not the final round