Spirits
Album: Selection Sunday (Mixtape)
By: Jay aRe
By: Jay aRe
Duration
4:04
Genres
Description
My newest recording that will be on my progressive mixtape "Selection Sunday." This song is one of the first songs I've recording since upgrading my software to Logic Pro. I'm proud of the way it sounds in terms of quality, and it's a huge step forward in making a commercial sound a routine occurrence.
Lyrics
You know what it is, rookie of the century Killin every instrumental ever sent to me, takin all my energy, haters want the end of me So they study hard tryna catch my tendencies Makin it known that they I hope I will remember thee, Showin me sympathy, similar symphonies continually Killin me try not to let it get to me, But soon enough somethin begins to enter me Takin off in the sky, takin off in the night, Not takin off for now, we takin off for life, Where yo wings at, lil man I'm talking flights Never talkin bout that biz unless you talkin price You steady rappin bout that bread so you got it right? You aint bout that life, kill em off, columbine Homicide traumatized, dso, on the rise, think I'm possessed when its time to write...... Tryna be the newest g, So I like to bump the late greats n put it on repeat, I'm tryna learn in the ways of my og's Jay told me we aint gotta move whole keys, So I'm a slave in chains but got my own key That's real deal deep, relax my mills meek, I'm cashless, but got a brand new address, Sued my the credit card, liquidated my assets, Came back so damn hard like I'm ali, no more cashius, No more takin orders no more backflips, No more making music just to get some quick practice, I do it cause I know this where the cash is- Fast cars, bad chicks, Not not that last shit, I do it for my team, but unlike other teams we all like to over-achieve- OKC, and its ring time, yea its do our thing time, but right now we just recline, for the meantime, its summer, its in between time But whens the last time a rapper gave you 3 verses, N signed off on em all like cursive, Opened your eyes from the blind like curtains, With a timing rated 10 out of 10, so perfect Livin in out these words, not a play, no rehearsin, spittin wit a purpose, tryna win at least rings, Im a circus, Glad danara noticed I deserve it, cause I earned it, if they ask me if its worth it I say hell ya, so while you stuck on welfare, I'm tryna stack this bread and get ahead new york has so much wealth here, Midwest comp is cool but I Heard that the champ got the crown with the belt here, And I'm underground I'm goin stealth here, so soon the crown is mine. Cause everybody rise but many forget to shine, but not I, I got the moon n stars to remind that I'm created by design, So get wit me while there's still room on the ride Or fall behind, that's my time, outie 5.
