Jered Sanders - P.S.E. (Public Service Enhancement) lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Yup, EMP be the team

Real on the way, first 48

And this will happen when the followers of Christ got bars

Ya ready? Yuh, ah

(Verse)

Ya lookin' at me like if you won't like me then nobody will

If I don't rock a chain, then ain't nobody will

Talkin' banks, put my hand on the wheel, they gettin' deals

Talkin' that jazz and toss em out like I'm uncle (Phil)

Kinda ill with the fresh prints, I hear silence (silence, silence)

Yo pants glitter, ain't fair to compare silence

And I ain't with all the fam flare

The snare hit, yo nails clipped

A lil too scared to appear violent

This for the glory, homie, I ain't hit the summers yet

I want a white picket fence with a ?

But if it's a prolem, I'm bombin', it's not a luxury

I'm just tryna sit comfortably, fresh in my dumble jeans

You new rappers, bumble bees, buzzin' for the moment

But you buggin' me, which one of you buddies is the one who stink?

Then you be the one to stink, gimme yo best shot

I'll hop in the DjBooth, squash you and leave ya under sneaks

I got bars on top of bars, like Olympic games

But now the bars got emphasis, ? and typhus

Lyricists main droppin' fo' lil twitter thang

I'm on a shame, man, it's been a change in my demeanors

So I ain't finna nae, one writer in the bong cipher

You still bitin' but the dinner's change

I pray for em, palm press for the hand sign

I'm hot, boi, lil sunburn and a tan line

I went from squeezin' on the biddies like an immigrant(?)

And broad snappin' to a family man

You new rappers, still rhyming bout your burners and boss themes

Spittin' bout as reckless as the Kermit The Frog meme

Stop, cause y'all don't pop guns, ya'll pop adjectives

I spit real raps without the additives

I spit that truth, something I had to give

Gospel, offsetting all them fictional bags you pitch!