Sunday Service Freestyle - Jaycee

Yah

Shout out Kanye for the Sunday Service shit

Ok ok

I been working like a fucking work horse

No more free time pay the price for what my work cost

Trying to get on has made it too hard to turn off

These supposed to be my best years how I’m worse off

Oh well

I know it’s coming like a jerk off

I’m visualising Grey Goose while drinking Smirnoff

And that’s my type of mind set

You can try and squeeze

But you won’t pop until you’re ready like a white head

Another beat another song I’m writing

Every song I put out got me too excited

Yeah thinking this the one like Khalid Bieber

I told you I got heat these other niggas have a fever

Meaning they go up then down

I plan to stick around

You can hear my come up you can distinguish my sound

I can’t play small like a

Kevin Hart role

I only put it out when it has heart and my soul

I’ll keep laying down these kicks until I finally kick a goal

My friends call me J coz I been spittin like I’m Cole

I was never gonna stop that’s how its been up from the go

It takes one to know one if you feel this you must know

10,000 hours was some time ago

I remember getting paid like 50 bucks a show

Now I do my own shows to like 50 of the bros

I can sing pop songs and spit 60 with the flows

And I swear couldn’t stop if I tried

The only time i’m scared I’m gonna drops when I fly

That’s a hard life when your sounds hot worldwide

Everything hands on like a clock it’s my time check it

And talking clocks better watch with your eyes

Imma open up a shop selling pies

Coz they want a piece and I’m not giving them a slice

Like connecting dots I gotta draw the line

Lately I been nervous coz the game is full of youngn’s

Labels got them zip tied I think I’d rather buttons

I been crying out for too long like chopping onions

I been doing everything from writing mixing and production

I’m feeling like a pro yeah I’m productive

I’m about to strike them where it hurts coz I’m so structured

You could of built a team but you so stubborn

Don’t claim you have a dream but then you go clubbing

Yeah that don’t make no sense to me

This not new I always knew this life was meant for me

I feel like god had his favourite angel sent to me

But the devil still look over me precariously yah

And if he took me would they listen to me

I told them that the truth is cold like the winters can be

I keep on praying to the sky but he won’t give it to me

You know the beauty in the struggle that’s what winners believe

I’m only 21

Only trust my belly I’m

Trying to find a checkpoint in the game so I can level up

And I guarantee if you took the time to listen to my catalogue

You would think I’m dope as fuck

Have a browse like in a shop

I ain’t ever giving up

I’m just trying to live it up

You drop the mic I pick it up

I leave the set they give it up

Get a nurse I’m sick as fuck

I got my own bucket list with breast and chicks

But this shit ain’t no Chicken Hut

I’m not fucking with your time concept

I see the prize I can’t really keep my eyes off it

This my rise and I know that the skies not it

We gonna take it to the moon like Armstrong did yah

And what’s greatness without a plan

What’s prep without a chance

Celebs without their fans they’re nothing

There’s more stars then grains of sand

Put it in perspective reality is perception