Track 1
J.S.Boreliy Lyrics
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That goth boy just strolling through the city blocks
They're always bugging, never fucking with a city cop
Never trust a soul, say they are what they're really not
Under rated, I'm the hottest that this city got
That goth boy just strolling through the city blocks
They're always bugging, never fucking with a city cop
Never trust a soul, say they are what they're really not
Ounce in my sweats, always try and keep it fully stocked
Always saying what he's gonna do, I'm thinking should he not
Papers in my sleeve, give a fuck how a bully rock
I spent 22 years in a dark room
In my head, in my feelings, or watching cartoons
Spoke to God, he said the end is gonna start soon
Think I'm seeing the rapture but I don't do shrooms
So i can never be seen with you silly geese
All these little niggas out here acting like they really street
But if it's really peace
We can bust a Philly down
Only fucking with a shorty if she really down
Never feed the trolls or the sheep
Let them starve, let them sleep
We gonna spar, with the beast
When the dice roll
Night cold as ice
Take flight in the chilly snow
I know you've never seen hell cuz it really shows
I'm running up a Milli on this visa card
Shooting for the moon cuz its cloudy so we can't see the stars
Killing all my stress with a blunt, this shit got me breathing hard
Believe in God, I know he's there whether I see or not
Sit down and shut up I promise you gonna peep a lot
See I'm from a city where fourth graders'll keep a glock
Fuck shit'll get me popped, opps sending 50 shots
Jah is gonna let the smoke settle on forget-me-nots
Under rated, I'm the hottest that this city got
That goth boy just strolling through the city blocks
They're always bugging, never fucking with a city cop
Never trust a soul, say they are what they're really not
Under rated, I'm the hottest that this city got
That goth boy just strolling through the city blocks
They're always bugging, never fucking with a city cop
Never trust a soul, say they are what they're really not
In J.S. Boreliy’s “Track 1,” the rapper reflects on his life as well as his success in the music industry. He opens the song by stating that he has the “MJ disease” because other MC’s want to be him. Despite the pressure, he promises to only produce good music. He mentions how he is a unique individual, very different from everyone else making music. In addition, he refers to his city (possibly Compton, based on other verses in the song), which is full of genuine and tough people who are always ready to defend their own. He also talks about his love for money, and how he will do anything to get it. He ends the verse by reiterating that he is different and that people need to give him the respect he deserves.
In the second verse, J.S. Boreliy talks about how people attempt to bring him down, but he is not affected by their negativity. He mentions his wealth, how he invests his money, and how he travels around the world. Although he seems to be very wealthy, he does not show off his wealth like other people do. He is focused on his career and is constantly trying to expand his boundaries. He talks about how he faces racism when he is traveling, and how he is determined to prove to everyone that he deserves to be where he is today. The song ends with him telling the listener to spread peace if they ever end up in the Maldives.
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Uh, uh, uh, it's the sickness uh, uh, uh, ah, ah, ah
The vibe is contagious and hot
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
The energy is high
I got the MJ disease 'cause MCs wanna be me
My skills are so good that other rappers emulate me
If I spit anything it's gonna be heat
My rhymes are always fire
'Cause Dilla Dawg a one of a kind nigga
I'm unique like the late producer J Dilla
Killin' 'em off with the rhymes, motherfuckin' son of a 9 nigga
I'm a lyrical assassin and a true 90s kid
If I pull a chain out in the sun it'll blind niggas
My bling is so bright it can blind you
First thing that come to your mind when you think of hardcore
When you think of realness and toughness
Takin' cuts to the front of the line
I don't wait in line, I cut to the front
I break blunts, fill 'em up, and then fire, and take puffs
I roll and smoke blunts with ease
The city of G's, the gaters, and gutter
A rough and tough city with gangsters and violence
The switches and D's, the haters and murder
Lowriders and big cars, but also plenty of hate and crime
My niggas runnin' the streets, they ready to eat
My crew is running things and hungry for success
And roll heavy, deep in Chevys and Jeeps
We ride in big cars, ready for action
And most carry so be ready to bleed if you talk shit
We carry weapons and won't hesitate to use them
Why check these nigga threatin' the Dee, we walkin'
We don't need to prove ourselves to anyone
Most of my niggas been locked down for something, prolly bitch smackin' niggas, knocked down for nothin'
Many of my crew have been in jail for various reasons, some of them petty
Got a fetish for dough, cheese, bucks
We're obsessed with money and success
Out for the lettuce so blow these nuts
We're chasing after money, so don't try to get in our way
Yo, everybody's not goin' get me
Some people won't understand or appreciate me
They mad 'cause they can't accept me
They're resentful because I'm too real for them
They try to hex me, especially those who never rose
They try to bring me down, especially those who haven't achieved much themselves
They want better clothes and nicer lives
They're envious of my success and want the same for themselves
I don't have an ego, I go harder than average people
I'm humble but work harder than most
Plus I got twice the drive
I'm motivated and ambitious
Suited and booted, niggas might have heard I was lost
I dress impeccably, but some people may have heard rumors that I'm a failure
You might wanna consider your source
Don't believe everything you hear, especially if it's from an unreliable person
I try to play it cool, show people that I can chill
I don't want to come across as arrogant, so I stay calm and collected in public
So wealthy people take me serious and know I'm real
I want to be taken seriously by successful people, and I'm genuine
Open a club up in Shanghai
I'm expanding my businesses to other countries
I ain't step inside yet
I haven't had a chance to visit it yet
Silicon Valley every two months
I frequently visit the tech hub for networking and opportunities
On private jet, I'm venture capital nigga
I travel in style and invest in promising startups
Read it how I invest
My investments speak for themselves
I'm in the trade so much
I'm heavily involved in business and finance
The Wall Street Journal but I don't flex or front too much
I'm well-read in finance, but I don't brag about it
It's too early to serve you, I'd rather curve you
I'm not going to fight you now, but I'll avoid you
This ain't just rap, this facts
I'm not just spitting rhymes, I'm speaking the truth
I'm in places, I shock faces 'cause they don't see black
I'm in places where black people aren't typically seen, and it surprises people
So if you ever in Maldives tell 'em Nas said peace
If you're ever in the Maldives, send them my regards
Frontin', I've never been in Maldives, not even Greece yet
I haven't even been to some of the places I name-drop
But I bet out in Greece I get that respect
I'm confident I'll be respected when I go to Greece
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Jayquinn Montalvo
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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