SoundCloud: soundcloud.com/user-616993991

Producer: youtube.com/user/mixlaproduction

Instagram: www.instagram.com/jollyranchersg/

Playlist:    • Household Studio  

Lyrics:
Living up in canada land of the north strong and free, poppin in ontario with cheap weed this is all I need, let me bump your stereo, and crank it with a dope 16 thought I already told I've been writing since I was 16 all these singles bout to drop I got shingles as a tod I dont remember but my ma knew me well before I walked, dropping verses while at work I'm just tryna make this work sent to blow your socks off while wearing blue collars on my shirt

I'm working my way to the top
If I dont get there doesn't mean that I'll stop
ima be rapping till the day that I drop dont believe me Ill beat you down till you agree that I'll pop
my plan is to keep earning the gwap when its not that I'ma be gaming nonstop
Bumping the classics through my desktop i got a goldeneye and a golden gun click bow

Smoking the pot, yea
Wait shit I forgot, yea
Weed that I bought, yea
Got my brain blocked, yea
What was I saying, (oh what)
I'm not even playing, (really?)
Let me read what I'm laying (oh okay)
Oh I remember now, thank god for notes (then let's go)

Oh I'm smoking the pot, haze on my lips crystal with the swat, bring them all in, tell em the plot, and let them smoke all of the green they want,

Hoe? Look, You better stop talking your shit? Is all that you got, just cause you cant spit? Or write on the clock, you foam at the mouth, at the sight of a cock,

Oh look you're getting stomped,
Under my feet, that weigh more than a box,
Filled with your shit that you think is hot, but I'm colder than you without ice on the watch,

Building my kingdom with each single block
I dont care If it's cheap or made all outta chalk,
Ima pick up the stick and write all that I got till the walls are all black and they're screaming hows that?

I cant freestyle but I think in raps
What that means is I'm a tree and flows bleed out like they're the sap I can spend a whole day thinking whole songs in my cap, but that still means it takes 24 hours to spit a rap,

People try to rush me but just get delirious, H20 sippin cause I feel luxurious, stopped all of the booze cause that shit made me oblivious, let's bring the pace up to a speed as if Saitama was serious,

Bringing the pain up while in the rain face up, I'm flinging and swinging on bitches with makeup, not actual bitches I mean rappers with tune ups who think that the game will adapt to their checkups, but genres are tapped by their need to bring beef up they diss and they crack and they break from the buildup a whole bunch of boomers not acting like grown ups they do It for money and then they just throw up ridiculous shit in their bars hitting so hard I been crashing my car, knocked out the headlight cause I like the dark, if you think I'm lying I'll pull up and park, been pumping the iron my bitch calls me stark like I'm flying on trees in this trip I'll embark, till I get to the top and become the monarch but in order to get there I know I gotta wrestle and fuck with the sharks

Step to me get separated, listen and get educated, on the genius shit I've generated, with music I stay dedicated til I become delegated to eat these beats and penetrate em, then fans make me disseminated, and then I'll die commemorated,
Sometimes my mind is barricaded, and I have to write to liberate it, what I say ain't exaggerated, and I punch the walls to ventilate it a canyon full of decorated thoughts that make me kinda hate it, real just like NF would say it my minds a mansion come and search it,
I'm a jedi master with the chatter with a force that'll batter and shatter all your bones and choke you with the lacquer with a saber that'll light my way as Im cuttin through your manor steal your goods and pawn em show you what a gen z does with glamour,

Ima blast off, workin while you fuckers falling off, writing complex lines while you mumble rappers jacking off, half of what I said just went above you ima have to scoff, it isnt hard to rap if you put effort when you write your songs,

You came at the right time,
My brains been at high tide,
Been asking for freetime,
But I work in the daytime,
A master in due time,
You know I stay quite high,
smoke a bowl 90 times,
and still be able to write lines

I view like a bird's eye,
I'm cool like a bow tie,
The game I will deepfry
And then I'll let drip dry,
Not scared of the FBI
Fuck a gang snitch 69 I wont comply to the industry I'ma drop the mic when I say goodbye