Library by Jones (Rapper) Lyrics
Let’s be real ain’t no other brother kickin shhhh like I do
And be real, you leave me who gone hit that shhhh like I do
This beat ill. Can’t no other rapper spit that shhhh like I do
Them big wheels. Ain’t nobody gone whip my shhhh like I do
Went up to Chi-town didn’t think I’d make it there
Now I’m down in H town, them brothas hate me here
Trynna let em off the hook her lip stick trace in here
Hummin and comin at ya boy ain’t no Xscape’n it
Hit em with the 1 2 somethin like I’m Ali
Left that boy outside I valet his body
Come get em. Told his boys to come get em
Ain’t lay a finger on em, but them punch lines killed em
I’m a real MC. Think 90s with a modern flow
No OG, but think about it before you try me though
Something like sushi, introduce you to some raw fish
Body disconnected from yo head like some crawfish
I be lowkey so please don’t bother me
A nerd I be reading so please don’t bother me
Chillin wit my people so please don’t bother me
Ain’t got a dollar homie, but feel like I hit the lottery
I spit conscous so maybe I think they tired of me, but I don’t give a damn cause Regenia she said she proud of me
If you don’t tell me I’m the best I think you doubting me
Yo name goes on a list with a picture await fatality
Finish him and be real
When the last time you seen a rapper this handsom? Neva
Give her a pen
Write ya number down tonight I’m feeling old fashion. Fa real
Time kills. At least that’s what I seen by yo facebook post
You hate me? Watch this gurantee you gone hate me more
Hit the floor and kill it. Hit the floor and kill it. Hit the floor and kill it. I ain’t playin wit ya. Hit the floor and kill it. Hit the floor and kill it. I ain’t playin wit ya
She say she love me and I think I figured out why. These wack rappers whole albums couldn’t fuck with one line
They call em mixtapes just to get the buzz out
I threw this on my mixtape just to put yo subs out
Cause in the library women stay whispering
Love what I’m writing and even more when there’s pictures there
Picture this. I be straight whipping down Bissonnett
Moved down south now I’m ice gold grillin it. (Keep up)
Isn’t it something. A lot of niggas is frontin
Got a lot of young thuggas and none of em saying nothing
I put that on my life gone shine a light on yo hideout. Got a million niggas, instead of sit ins we gone ride out
And be real, you leave me who gone hit that shhhh like I do
This beat ill. Can’t no other rapper spit that shhhh like I do
Them big wheels. Ain’t nobody gone whip my shhhh like I do
Went up to Chi-town didn’t think I’d make it there
Now I’m down in H town, them brothas hate me here
Trynna let em off the hook her lip stick trace in here
Hummin and comin at ya boy ain’t no Xscape’n it
Hit em with the 1 2 somethin like I’m Ali
Left that boy outside I valet his body
Come get em. Told his boys to come get em
Ain’t lay a finger on em, but them punch lines killed em
I’m a real MC. Think 90s with a modern flow
No OG, but think about it before you try me though
Something like sushi, introduce you to some raw fish
Body disconnected from yo head like some crawfish
I be lowkey so please don’t bother me
A nerd I be reading so please don’t bother me
Chillin wit my people so please don’t bother me
Ain’t got a dollar homie, but feel like I hit the lottery
I spit conscous so maybe I think they tired of me, but I don’t give a damn cause Regenia she said she proud of me
If you don’t tell me I’m the best I think you doubting me
Yo name goes on a list with a picture await fatality
Finish him and be real
When the last time you seen a rapper this handsom? Neva
Give her a pen
Write ya number down tonight I’m feeling old fashion. Fa real
Time kills. At least that’s what I seen by yo facebook post
You hate me? Watch this gurantee you gone hate me more
Hit the floor and kill it. Hit the floor and kill it. Hit the floor and kill it. I ain’t playin wit ya. Hit the floor and kill it. Hit the floor and kill it. I ain’t playin wit ya
She say she love me and I think I figured out why. These wack rappers whole albums couldn’t fuck with one line
They call em mixtapes just to get the buzz out
I threw this on my mixtape just to put yo subs out
Cause in the library women stay whispering
Love what I’m writing and even more when there’s pictures there
Picture this. I be straight whipping down Bissonnett
Moved down south now I’m ice gold grillin it. (Keep up)
Isn’t it something. A lot of niggas is frontin
Got a lot of young thuggas and none of em saying nothing
I put that on my life gone shine a light on yo hideout. Got a million niggas, instead of sit ins we gone ride out