The Exclusive Lyrics - Jaylib

I come on spittin, the song's hittin 

Before there were capon chickens different dons listened to me for advice 

Like I'm John, niggas just left again, so I'm steppin in 

To catch wreck and when on my next kin'll be checks to spend that I'm exitin 

Perc' is nice, worth the price, every verse entice 

One of the most praised ministers to speak twice on the Earth since Christ 

Ideas delay of light years away from what's here 

I dare all my peers to slay 

Two grand, review and, your whole crew man 

The true fans, know who can, bring heat like in the Sudan black 

No games, style is fo{?}, verbal cocaine, like propane 

I blow brains bashin them no-name cats that flow lame 

Writes well, recite then there's a chance you might hear 

In the right air your worser nightmare after a sliced ear 

Perc' spit every verse with the worst shit known 

Disperse quit first clique tryin to front get they turf hit blown