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Creepin'
02:00
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[Verse 1]
Scrolling through the gram, it ain't tell you nothing bout me
I just been a product of the shit that's been around me
Shawty want a fit, she want the drip, she want the dousing
Well, that's just how it seems
Shit, without the crew, I wouldn't be nothing like I'm Goldlink
Fire's (Faiyaz) in the booth, just know I'm giving you the whole thing
Imma tell the truth up in the music while you post things
But like with most things
I done finished two steps ahead
Y'all been too stressed
Bout this and that
Done left that in the past
We can't talk about it
Fuck around and cop a new dash
It need some muscle bout it
Shawty said I move on too fast
That we could work it out and
She don't wanna let go
Only gave her reasons like "I said so"
So if I catch her creeping on the d low
Then she gon' have to throw it back, that's why I'm wearing retros
And I ain't saying no to that
Just know I mean it less so
[Verse 2]
Scrolling through the gram
"Baby, tell me how you found me"
I just won a lotta bit
So y'all can keep from round me
Shawty on a trip, ain't nothing quick, she on a Oddysey
Something you ought to see
Trips out Tulum
Bought a plane ticket
Something that she can't afford to lose:
All the page visits
She could go and find something real
Like it's just something to do
I could die on this hill
But they might build a tomb on it
You want it?
A weekend wylin' and she in Miami-Dade and
The scholarship she got ain't got no paperwork
Really got to will yourself, that's if you wanna chase it
The bag is the for the taking
You taking it?
Take it from me:
Act like you had it from the jump
I done turned too many rappers to fanatics where I'm from
I done seen 'em quit they jobs and eat a beat up for they lunch
That's why they starving, it make for easy cleanup when I'm done
Scrolling through the gram, it ain't tell you nothing bout me
I just been a product of the shit that's been around me
Shawty want a fit, she want the drip, she want the dousing
Well, that's just how it seems
Shit, without the crew, I wouldn't be nothing like I'm Goldlink
Fire's (Faiyaz) in the booth, just know I'm giving you the whole thing
Imma tell the truth up in the music while you post things
But that's just most things
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2. |
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[Hook: J-Definition]
Bout to tear it down, no setup
Never see me sitting 'round, no let up
Notify me, when you guys know better
Can't come around me less I go vet 'em
They all wanna talk like I won't let 'em
But you get it from the source when I'm on records
[Verse 1]
For the record:
I ain't tryna be no coach to ya
Man's go send DMs tryna boast to ya
Talking about likes and the plays, got a host of 'em
I ain't been the type that'll pay for the posting
3k on the gram, and he hurt
I ain't tryna damage the man, but it's certain
Ain't no contest, need the fam with you first
Yeah
For what it's worth (Yeah):
Y'all ain't been slick with the punch-ins (Nah)
Whole time off with it
Who signed off on it?
Came back champ, so I'm Gronk with it
This where the buck ends (Aye)
Crawl back in the hole you was stuck in (Go on)
Relaxed off a odorous substance (Go on)
Nothing wrong giving up what you love when you ain't really buzzing (You ain't no one)
Y'all buggin'
And I mean that
Hit me in the DM for some feedback
Ain't even ask young man for the beatpack
Sent the link back, I don't need that
And I guess one time won't cut it
They swear that the world gon' love it
But one verse might break your budget (yeah)
[Hook: J-Definition]
Bout to tear it down, no setup
Never see me sitting 'round, no let up
Notify me, when you guys know better
Can't come around me less I go vet 'em
They all wanna talk like I won't let 'em
But you get it from the source when I'm on records
[Verse 2: CLYDE]
For the record We don’t miss any shots
Every hit is to the head watch it
Face spinnin' like a vinyl top
Dope lines need a detox
10 for 10, needle drop
Any beat that I speak off
They be fienen' and I don’t stop
Overdose 'em so I’m overlooked
Motives in motion I’m moving up
Keep getting higher can’t get enough
Reach for what’s brighter don’t dim the love
No shade in my shine they can’t copy it
You're obvious
See all your jabs you ain’t Ali, bitch
Box 'em out now they my audience
My rings in your grill like Audi is
Digits get flipped Olympics always original
They just resell the same gimmicks
When we win it don’t get mentioned
It’s been expected, a year ago they wouldn’t listen
Now they switched up they opinions
If you pay a visit, shit, we ain't gon' pay attention
No more waiting, we conditioned
Putting the game in submission, yeah
[Hook: J-Definition]
Bout to tear it down, no setup
Never see me sitting 'round, no let up
Notify me, when you guys know better
Can't come around me less I go vet 'em
They all wanna talk like I won't let 'em
But you get it from the source when I'm on records
Yeah
[Verse 3: Preezy]
(Wooo!) What an entrance
Walk in the room, feel my presence
Y'all senseless
Knocking off heads like a checklist
Me and the GOATS got resemblance
Putting all gold on my necklace
Look at my chest, peep my pendants
Look at these kids in my mentions
Feel like I got an apprentice
Feel like the one and it shows
Known that shit back in the Groves
Know that I never changed goals
Attitude changing like clothes
All you boys are like clones
Need all my diamonds in rows
Lighting my cross up with stones
Please don't be calling my phone
Ain't got no time for no ho
Know that my wifey like Vogue
Yeah, and I'm one-of-one
You pussies ain't shit but some one-and-dones
Looking at me like you one of us
To me, Clyde, and Def, you just runner ups
Yeah, and it's funny bruh
Fucking with us, you ain't done enough
Hit J over Zoom, told him "run it up"
Just wait 'til we come with the other one
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3. |
Beacon (feat. Hotelroom)
02:42
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[Hook: J-Definition]
Catch me drifting on the drive home
Send the beacon
Tryna push it to the side, nah
They can't reach him
She told me meet me at the dive bar
Off the deep end
I'm tryna finish on a high note
For the weekend
I put $250 on the bottles
The money we spent
That shit that got be feeling hallow
The shit be leaking
The drip it compliment the cosmos
Any season
You swear they'd put that on the Bible
But never speak it
[Verse 1: J-Definition]
Yeah, I'm drifting, goin' 95
My new shit need autopilot
Pistons is kickin'
She send the beacon and I oblige
Ain't do no shit in secret
Like police unidentified
Belong to the streets and that's just some shit she can't set aside
We meet after dinnertime
I pull up, I stand in line
She couldn't have did it
The fit expensive, they recognize
No stress about the check
But shit, the next man gon' let her down
'Cause I could set the bar
But she still ask for another round
Topic switch: something more profound
She reaching, can't hold her now
Lot of misconceptions bout the blessings I told 'em bout
Cause I don't go invest unless some lessons gon' come about
Y'all some urban legends when it comes to these references
Telly gon' tell 'em, it's evident
How?
When they be ghosted?
Clock hit once in a while
Ain't moving both hands
Shawty venomous, never vile
Charm me, but don't dance
Ain't gon' tell me if she have the funds or don't
[Hook: J-Definition]
So she banking on the drive home
Send the beacon
Try to push it to the side, nah
They can't reach him
She told me meet me at the dive bar
We off the deep end
I'm tryna finish on a high note
For the weekend
She put $250 on the bottles
The money we spent
That shit that got be feeling hallow
The shit be leaking
The drip it compliment the cosmos
Any season
You swear they'd put that on the Bible
But never speak it
[Verse 2: Hotelroom]
Niggas out her acting like some bitches but I been here
Mama always told me "boy, be careful who you friends with"
And I been on my grind every day, yeah that's some pimp shit
Me and J-Def scratched the Benz off the wish-list
Now I gotta put a couple twins on my hitlist
I only love the money, yeah these bitches who pretentious
If a nigga disrespect me, then we finna spin shit
Patience, I need patience and some forgiveness
I got the dro right, I got the pole right
I got some stupid bitches out here on the low right
I got these bad hoes tryna fucking blow right
And we gon go right til the fuckin morn'
[J-Definition]
And we go all in, we geekin
It's not even a bar we tend to frequent
Probably be the night where she gon do something indecent
Shawty went decided when she pulling up, we leaving
So we drifting on the drive home
Send the beacon
Tryna push it to the side, nah
They can't reach him
She told me meet me at the dive bar
Off the deep end
I'm tryna finish on a high note
For the weekend
I put $250 on the bottles
The money we spent
That shit that got be feeling hallow
The shit be leaking
The drip it compliment the cosmos
Any season
You swear they'd put that on the Bible
But never speak it
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4. |
Do What You Can
02:53
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[Hook]
Told her can't save me
Don't play me, but
Do what you can
Got a new chick
Look like a Mercedes
Hop in the coupe
And we spending them bands
This shit's up in sixth
This shit is outrageous
Never lane switch
But I give her the glance
Imma make hits all
Until they slay me
Hop in the booth
And I did it again
[Verse 1]
4:45 in the AM, it's cold
We ended up right where we started out
I'm in something new, so we out with the old
Can't say that I know what you talking 'bout
Shawty the type to feel fly off of the Goose
No wonder she trippin' on solid ground
Ain't been myself and that's not an excuse
Just figured I might get to stunting now
Feel like 6'5"
Like Book, yeah, they know I'm the one
Ain't had a miss in a long time, and some say I'm still on a run
Y'all ain't afraid of tryin' settling funds
But really ain't seem to be getting shit done
Look to me like I'm indebted or something
Money good to me, baby, got bread to the crumbs
That's Panko
If you noticed, they don't got real life places to be
Well aware that I've been known to be focused, but the music a true hobby to me
I've been the piece, yeah I've been the closer
Rompecabezas the way just I stress 'em
And come out the box on the beat
Y'all wanna talk about the heat?
I'm winning, it's shocking the speed
So I start with the key
And with the tempo
End with a theme song
Shit it sound simple
What I want is whips all here for my kinfolk
Let 'em all win like what am I here for?
For now we set all our sights on the end goal
Work heads down, I ain't talk how the kids do
I'm finna set this off
Enjoy the main show
We set to win it all
That's what I been told
[Hook]
Told her can't save me
Don't play me, but
Do what you can
Got a new chick
Look like a Mercedes
Hop in the coupe
And we spending them bands
This shit's up in sixth
This shit is outrageous
Never lane switch
But I give her the glance
Imma make hits all
Until they slay me
Hop in the booth
And I did it again
[Verse 2]
Know I ain't did it all
But I been at peace with the shit that I been involved it
They don't want feature me
Gentrify beats when I turn 'em all into targets
See, they ain't nothing like me
They some suckers, some losanges
Couldn't see growth in a garden and
I could pull up to your studio session
And show the crew how I turn artists to audience
And they all need me
Killed the verse, so I threw it on ice
No Eegee's
Put in work, and I might see the repeat
Like Mike she like LA nights
She been so enticed, she know she won't be here
But I ain't paying for no flight out, either
Shit ain't different when it's nice out
Tripping off a lifestyle that ain't invite y'all
Y'all ain't got the rights cards
Beat the odds with the dice roll
Tryna see what it might cost
For me to save her, no lifeguard, yeah
City of champions
Call on support from your man's and 'em
They gon' do you like how they did Chance
They abandoned him
Off the strength of the feed, now that's a real cancelling
And I got what you need, I ain't handing it out
Unless they gon' brandish it
And they call me the tree from the seeds of they doubt
Well, tell me, who the one planted it?
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J-Definition Phoenix, Arizona
J-Definition is a singer/rapper based in Phoenix, AZ
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