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Jean Deaux- RED GINSENG (freestyle)

prod. SY mixed/mastered by daedaePIVOT shot by ‪@Jamesfrom17th‬ edited by @no.si.dam LYRICS: wake it up lets wake it up the people cant talk intelligence aint about they wits where the visionary’s went? B---- got me bent asking what a n----- spent hoe im a ;) he know he owe me my percent i know icy rappers who would pray to freeze the rent …stars like michelin just dont feel the same hits dont hit again, and people dying every time we try to have events dont ask for permission, but u still gotta repent I aint try to claim goat or make hype snipers aiming left but they echo the fake right children steady dying while we live with genocide And they say stay in my place, but forget its gentrified true or false they called us woke for saying this would happen before 2020 they been plotting, with hypocrisy true or false tiktokers getting paid to push democracy true or false all you hoes owe noname an apology well? lets wake it up x4 gimme silence when I rap if u cant tip the scale u aint the biggest, u a cap we gone flood the city just to wipe yall off the map yeah… show me your king, im the princess of piece all these guns shooting blanks, yall aint triggers for me west side bitch she gon slide like the killas do I used to weight watch, moving pounds like my figure loose I think i need some healthy competition but I figure who? if u can hold a candle, baby come n get ya wicker blew crucial, if its conflict, make its useful and when I wash u bitches dont u dare put it in neutral b---s cannot see me with the star of david’s pupils and all that rah rah man, could fry u out ya noodles ill kick a bigger cup nut up and dont even tuck leaning out suburban trucks dollar bill a n---- buck im tryna chill I got love for you hoes but im a fenty beat all up u rappers nose it get rocky when they fire, safety first I up the hose need to pop whoever said yall could go toe to toe oh whoa who the fk made yall believe u touched me shared hallucinations, must be on ya monthly i can smoke yall in my sleep, jus to put it bluntly make a rapper touch the sky no mr west, or justine feel like queen bee all my hits gon sting talking cash shit, baby u know money aint a thing man wake that shit up, yall be too trusting its redbull in the trunk, for whoever want wings