JOCKIN (MONUMINTAL LIVE)

[Intro]
This Dave Chappelle' favorite song, I ain't gon' lie
Keh-keh, keh, keh, yuh
Ayy, look

[Verse]
A lotta folk Jockin', this beat rockin'
Southwest raised, G Mob still poppin'
The blades still choppin', the babes still boppin'
The rap game look like the new slave auction
Can I get a what? Can I get a who?
I flow for the trigger-happy rapping jiggaboos
And those that be itchin' to clap at the biggest coupe
Who pack an SMG but don't work at the ticket booth
Look, no movie, real raps in my iTunes, no Uzi
Low-key, Fat fine, but she pose goofy
High-key, flow raw, but it's no sushi
Boy I'm on, wipe me down, like the old Boosie (Yuh)
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
Shoutout Sim, he the coldest with the dance moves
Try love, try God, and you can't lose
But try me, and I'ma show you what these hands do (Yeah)
Young Jurn hit me up, said she movin down
Used to ride metro, but I'm booming now
I only rap to keep the ratio of cooning down
Don't sleep on me, I got no chill
Every beat I'm on, roadkill
God blessed me with cheese like Ro-tel
'Cause I ride His coattails
Most my partners still make dope sales
And they be like, "Oh, well"
Rock so much ice, it look like snow fell
And they move it wholesale
Go tell it on the mountain
It's "Nwee-gway" to the people pronouncing
My last name acting like it's a fountain
Of consonants when they making the announcements
I'm tired of it ... Stop it
I do God's work, I'm philanthropic
I keep my beard glistening like a prophet
And, hell, if I ain't the plug, then I'm the socket, I swear
The whole hood got my back like a chiropractor
'Cause every bar I get it popping like a firecracker
I'm tryna go from Genesis to the final chapter
So whenever the trumpet blow, I survive the rapture
(Yuh, yuh)
You'll catch me hang-gliding on clouds
Screaming out, "No diggity, no doubt"
Elohim next to me, looking Hennessy brown
We both jigging
Swear I'm married to the game, I elope different
Used to dream about the slab with the fours tipping
Back when Twista and Do or Die had me po' pimpin'
Every bar guava, you can see the flow dripping (Yuh)
Don't touch my drip, let it marinate
I swear I'm good in every hood like a pair of J's
It's the reason every track I'm on, I defecate
Pray a line, 5:30, just to meditate
Me and Fat got it poppin' on our wedding day
I swear I rap for every Piru and Hoover
Tryna maneuver around the barricade at the Pearly Gates
Let us in, every wretch need a rest-haven
I keep it moving, never worried about the steps taken
I give middle fingers to Satan, wrestling with God
Demanding every ounce of favor He used to bless Jacob
Yuh

[Outro]
Everybody say keh-keh, keh, keh, yuh
Everybody say keh-keh, keh, keh, yuh
One more time, say keh-keh, keh, keh, yuh
Peanut, peanut, peanut, keh-keh, keh, keh, yuh