Triple Threat - Jiggy

Panoramic views of the mansion

Only got room for expansion

If u wanna fly I’m the captain

Manifest the vision make it happen

All a nigga want is some passion

Six sense and a big benze

Poverty mind past tense

If it don’t make dollars

It don’t make sense

Big big balling

On my expense

I take control

See thru my lens

Scratching my brain

Bleeding my pen

My heart is pain

Or maybe it’s not

I question myself

Can’t figure out

I talk to myself

I let it all out

Now and again

We going stupid again

We goin stupid again

We going stupid again

I might just pull up again

I might just turn up again

You girl she calling my phone

Your girl she calling again

I don’t want none yall girls

I got myself a new 10

Back in the URUS, I’m back in the sectionn

I got the x and the syrup I’m mixing

Jiggy and wonder and me the collection

Your music sound like it got no direction

Always stay strapped so I don’t need protection

I might just pull up at your intersection

Might fuck around and win the election

They want me dead cause I be the NEXT ONE

This that new rap shit

I’m the black hooded bastard

You can front, Ima blast quick

I’m a athlete, I could do a back flip

Flip the script, and I pen all my passions

I come in good/bad, but the action

It depend on need for reaction

I wanna do better, but life keeps on clashing

I’m, tryna sail the sea, but I end up crashing I’m, tryna be what I’m meant to

be but umm

But I keep on seeing myself dream for fun

With that bum ba rum, and the beat, I can feel on my feet

Like a bread crumb

How come, this gotta be the outcome

I don’t wanna do it, but I might have to cut sum

Call me the butcher

Leave all my scenes with no trace of a lead crumb

When I’m slicing and dicing, I’m on one

Take a sip, I relax with that red rum

Feel the spirit in the booth, this a anthem

Truth be told, I don’t give a fuck my dear

Cos frankly, I could give a damn from here

Damzel in distress, you can wipe ur tear

We don’t chase, we just taste on the wines

From the fruits, so Devine, of my labour that brought me here

So I will be clear

Hear all my words, while I dry ur tears

And if I’m here, there’s no room for fear

Heart on sleeve, that’s the only blood I leak

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Rejuvenated youth

I feel the spirit in the booth

The truth is often confused

Concealed, battered, and bruised

I choose to recognise

Not hide, in empty lies

Misguided and undecided

I live with fear

But I’ll break the matrix

The glitches I see make it crowded in here

I’m real, but who else is here

I bleed, but you won’t see ma tears

I contradict, but won’t contract

If I said it, I felt it, no taking backs

So heed my warning

When I’m taking shots