Beautiful Payne

Intro:(Jag)
Yeah
I had to cough right quick
Im hitting that blunt
Rj Payne what up nigga?
This what they didn't want
This that legion of doom shit
Yeah
Ay look

Verse 1 (Jag):
JAG
People tell me im too real
I just got a new deal
Music came from a new feel
I learned to never talk about my hood like welcome to "whoville"
Im too ill
I told em to kick it I need a shoe deal
Facts
Tipsy and loaded bet I could shoot still
Side nigga, sleeping in niggas beds on my Drew Hill
With they main bitch
Doing train flips
Like who you came with?
We on that gang shit
Twenties, Neighborhood shit shout out the whole gang
Nigga too high
Jag sounding like 2pac with the nose ring
Passing out work to my people yeah the whole thing
I let it fly I hit the block up like its soul train
Used to be selling o’s
And its brazy these labels be selling souls the way these pimp niggas selling hoes
I hit the club im letting every girl loose these niggas trippin
Nigga drippin like some jerry curl juice for real
So nigga please don't try me I seen the best try
You get it? anybody could get I seen the best die
Nigga test I? and you gon' see how slugs from the tec fly
I even got my own geek squad I got that best buy
JAG, You got a gang put your whole gang in the ground im like gang where?
Ya’ll dead nigga who's banging it now?
My whole squad mute ain't a nigga came with a sound
I picked rap for a career and that shit it came with a crown
Its JAG

Verse 2 (RJ Payne)
Check
Im droppin' pain, look like its rain from the clouds
This that human cocaine you can't explain to a child
I'm flammable propane ain't no changing my style
Bitch I got married to the game without exchanging a vow
Lord Jesus, I cut niggas short give em' all caesers
Fuck yeah, we pickup they career with the small tweezers
Blick buster, you all dick suckers and ball eaters
Bird call, knock the fur of ya dog call peter
Shit I’m Marcus Graham
It’s big business when I talk to Tan
Was hitting bitches in that dark sedan
Splitting swishers while I park the van
Give me about six minutes to generate six digits this is my Carlton dance
Celebratory, hell of a story, they often said I'd be a felon by forty
They wrong
All them niggas dropping subliminal’s I tell em' they corny
My heart Bacardi dark you ain't got enough melanin for me
Nigga, oh we who you mad at?
You out the loop then i'll put three in your dad hat then dab that
Its illegal to backtrack
This desert eagle you could probably see through my backpack now match that
They diggin’ me im visibly doper, first class flight to success shit'll get me to Oprah
That's the bag, shout to Jag once I get it, it's over
My ego bigger than a midget with a chip on his shoulder
PAYNE!