Jesse Medina - Riddims 2.0 lyrics

rate me

My thoughts are misread

Riddims in my head.

This is my life, this is what I do, yeah

Been did this shit since I was a little dude, aha

Jogging home, stacking lyrics in the zone and evoke it; spit it!

Sharp as a sickle like they ain't know it

These riddims in my head got me composing in 3D

Knee-deep, spit feces,

Shooting the shit, overdeveloped and over the script

Half of these rappers they leave in the back

Go over their head like a solar eclipse (solar eclipse)

I'm in the zone on that gone shit

My own shit like, “man, I own this!”

Don't let the pretty face fool ya,

Cause in the midst of a second I might flip the script.

Good sign of disrespecting 'em

Gave the chit-chatting or whatever the fuck happened

Then put it in my rapping, yeah!

I came here to get it cracking, make you pop the... e

Drunk swerving in the fast lane sipping Bourbon.

Up ... it just ain't working

Searching for the perfect drug, .. the surface

And everything's a rap to me

You all prospecting in this, no one's exempt from me

My mama didn't raise no dummy

I'm laughing in my head, but ain't shit funny!

And you can't take shit from me!

I used to try to make sense, now I make money

I'm sick, sorry, my nose runny

The riddims in my head is arithmetic to teach a dummy.

I had to dumb it down a thousand ... and that ain't for me

I'd rather climb the highest mountain til my lungs collapse from the altitude,

But they'll remember who I was! e

I keep drying the rain where it ain't sunny

And I'mma make 'em pay a fortune for these Carson tales

Like how we dodged the Carson sheriff everywhere we dwelled.

I wasn't selling, but I was with the felons that were

I'd never mention their names and that's how you get murked.

I'll tell you simple and plain I flip the switch on my brain,

And put my twist on the game and now I'm spending dough.

You know I'm going insane, I blow an O to the face

Then drop a foe in that thing, just ask my nigga Doe!

I'm good to go, green light, pedal to the floor

You got the green lit ... to the store

Say what? Solo

Say what? Solo

Say what? Solo

Say what? Solo

You don't know my story,

All you know is what you might've heard

My daddy did the break dance and moved us to the burg.

1997 til 2004, yeah

Right before the house were closed

Donna twerking with the wrist,

Was putting clothes on us like a mannequin, exotic!

My bitch just copped the....

.. in the tonic water

Mixed with the Vodka water,

Seen it like a... on the ass and strip

There's virgin blood in the tub, take a bath in it, bitch!

I ask and you shall receive, they call me six cell phones

Creeping on you like ... with the bells on

A booky nigga I cannot be

If I die then do not grieve, the keys can unlock me

Are you a traitor like ...?

I flip a bitch like a switchblade, games we do not play

And see you carve me on my off-day

If I catch a nigga in the walkway, leave a nigga in chalk chained!

Yes!

My thoughts are misread

Riddims in my head.

Thanks to iulia for correcting these lyrics