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Joshua Gilbert
Joshua Gilbert
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MISFIT
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They ain't ready, nah they ain't ready (Alakazoom!) Uh, It is what it is Time to boss up, gotta handle the biz And I've been ballin' ever since I was a jit (What they want?) I never know why they be messin' with the kid It's prolly 'cause I got the gift And all they want is smoke, got me feeling like a cig Smile in my face but they don't want me to win I never know why they be messin' with the kid All up in my business like they unemployed (What they want?) I don't know what they be wanting from the boy My swag's kinda hard to avoid Sharp as a knife's edge, but you get the point Just tryna make moves not excuses All of that nonsense belongs to the nuisance Eyes on my six, yea I picked up a new sense I come equipped with the grit, yes I do this (I do, I do) Aye, go against Prince and it's treason (Go against the prince) I ain't folding for no reason I don't even know why they be creepin (Why they be doin that?) They need to get to leavin' (Get to steppin') Aye, haters try to be me I'm like, Can you? I don't even wanna start a fight in your venue 'Cause I don't deal with beef like a Chick-fil-a menu It is what it is Time to boss up, gotta handle the biz And I've been ballin' ever since I was a jit (What they want?) I never know why they be messin' with the kid (Messin' with the kid) It's prolly 'cause I got the gift And all they want is smoke, got me feeling like a cig Smile in my face but they don't want me to win I never know why they be messin' with the kid Aye! Yeah! It's 'cause I got it on lock And I don't really rock with how they put me in a box All they do is try to calculate my pockets And try to see if they can peep me with the rocket Yeah, keep it lowkey like a tenor C And I've been doing social distance 'fore the quarantine I only do it 'cause they see me as the foreign dude And all that mess that you be talking, I'm ignoring you Lil ole me came a long way They say I'm buggin but I hit 'em with the Off spray Hired a masseuse because they rubbin' me the wrong way (Mmm mmm) I'm too legit, they gonna split just like a part fade Aye! It is what it is Time to boss up, whoo, need to clock in Taking these shots, I ain't talking 'bout Henn Got me feeling like Pac the way they wanna see my end (Rest in peace, Oh my word!) It is what it is Time to boss up, gotta handle the biz And I've been ballin' ever since I was a jit (What they want?) I never know why they be messin' with the kid (Messin' with the kid) It's prolly 'cause I got the gift And all they want is smoke, got me feeling like a cig Smile in my face but they don't want me to win I never know why they be messin' with the kid Ah yeah! Ah yeah! Ah, messin' with the kid Ah, they weren't messin' with the kid
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