JTĆ Mariø - Ocean Drive

(Intro)
Turn me up, Klo
You can find me posted up with like two backwoods in my system, for real
Mama, JTC back on the beat again!

(Chorus)
So it’s a reason that they hate
It’s no debating how I’m stepping out
These diamonds could change up the climate, I’m aiming the gat but I’m still that nigga without it
If you ain’t certified, you bound to die on either side
Been swerving lanes on Ocean Drive
Everybody dies, touch one of mine
Expensive drip, I keep it dated
Don’t put me under, too overrated
You don’t want war with them eagleboys, why you participated?
You might as well go ahead and pass that ball ‘cause you ain’t putting up
I’m clutched up just like the Rockets going in, my double cup be crushed up
(Verse 1)
I got my baby off that gasoline, wantin’ me to fuck her
If you against, you bogus and all my words , I wrote it
Been up on the grind, can’t waste no time and I’m so up , ain’t noticed
Turn your ride or die to 3.5, I put them up and smoke it
Ha, ha, you claim you rasta, you ain’t no shotta
Been standing on business, don’t support my image
Any nigga want smoke then nigga gone get it
Popping out with that list might put lil niggas in ditches
You ain’t from the trenches
Back during recess, I was the bad kid, yeah, teachers kept me on the fences
I took a hot step, swerving the lanes and inside of my system, propane
They had me stuck in the rain, you keep on doing the same thing
I moved away , ain’t a thing changed
I guess we booted now
I bet we gone shoot while you around
Only thing I’m addicted to is the count
I’m throwing bullets like the Raiders
I need a getaway, call me a cast away
They want a drop so I gave them a drop
Gave me the key ‘cause they can’t keep the lock
I be that headhunting motherfucker
I’m gonna bust you then I’ma mug you
I keep the rock and the paper so I might just slide with the cutter
Be quiet, no muzzle
I’m just saying that these niggas be worrying ‘bout what I do
Bet them eagles go saiyan like Vegeta , maybe Goku
No one to post to
Trying to stack up on them bags , the fakest be the ones you close to
Don’t give fuck ‘bout what you had, I’m tryna boss up and just show you
(Chorus)
So it’s a reason that they hate
It’s no debating how I’m stepping out
These diamonds could change up the climate, I’m aiming the gat but I’m still that nigga without it
If you ain’t certified, you bound to die on either side
Been swerving lanes on Ocean Drive
Everybody dies, touch one of mine
Expensive drip, I keep it dated
Don’t put me under, too overrated
You don’t want war with them eagleboys, why you participated?
You might as well go ahead and pass that ball ‘cause you ain’t putting up
I’m clutched up just like the Rockets going in, my double cup be crushed up