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Ballrooms

Jet Trawick

Ballrooms Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Jet has arrived
Only thing stuck in my way is the time
Trying my hardest to start in my prime
Son, I'm an artist, I know how to rhyme
Bam Margera, man, I stay in my element
Common knowledge that I stay on my grind
American Beauty, I'm covered in green
And I'm only sixteen but I still got the slime
I got the soda boy I got the juice
Living a mystery die for the proof
Spitting some history, beat a Masseuse
Swimming in victory, live a recluse
Kill like I'm dart, I bloom in the dark
Illuminating room with everything I do
You knew it's coming soon, I gotta hit start
Taking the beat, knock it out of the park
Duece

[Verse 2]
Boy, I get it how I live it
And I had it for a minute
I’m establishing a vision
I’m the catalyst, I’ve written
So much, I never listened your opinion
Sitting in my fitted, this is my dominion
Eating bars, call it din-din
Rub my stomach fore I need a bib pin
Come from under in the sunken place
Now I’m floating up in outer space
Haters mad, breaking uppercase
With the lads, take another break
In another lane, imma go insane
Imma get the fame, make you say my name
Make sure you don’t speak in vain

[Verse 3]
I get it now
I don’t let the fakes get me down
I'm Running in a maze caged but it’s okay
Cause I made a hundred pounds
And I’m 'bout to weigh two hundred pounds
Big enough they’ll have to gun me down
Why would I put on a vest I expect
You to aim for the head when you come around
I am just another level over you
And you all know annihilation overdue
I am a giant, boy, I’m 'bout take a step and then
I'll hit a knuckle shuffle on your crew
I’m a menace, you better exit 'fore I prove
I'll poke you in both of your eyes like a stooge
You turn around I’ll beat you with a shoe
Put you on an I V, ain't no blue

[Verse 4]
I hop off the train like I'm Peter Parker
Burning the lane in the Notre Starter
Son, I'm the lord at this, no Gibraltar
Wed to the game but there ain't no altar
Boy, I'm a vocalist, ain't no martyr
Ain't no matter why I like it, buddy
Imma get it for me, rapping to myself
At 4:44 in the morning, call me Carter
I'm the boy, going out the way to get a dollar
Spitting fuego out the gate, it's no Kamaala
Whipping on the interstate, in white Impala
Fixing up another verse to kill tomorrow
Filled with sorrow or its confidence
Ain't no middle, promise there's no common sense
I'm the kid, gimme all your money, I'm a dog
Make you wonder where the collar went, uhh

[Verse 5]
Boy, I'm tryna drop a classic
Future Foundation, past Fantastic
Scream it to the nation, know I gotta have it
Balling like I'm Magic, rapping automatic
Gather up my thoughts, using what I bought
Rebel with a cause, tryna be a boss
Stirring up the sauce, asking what the cost
Chilling in the loft, All your lyrics toss

[Verse 6]
Really doe, like really doe?
Even though I'm young, I'm going ham at every show
Jetser on that Sosa vibe, I'm yelling Faneto
Only one ain't on my side is father time, let's go (KING JET)

[Verse 7]
Rocking the Golf on my clothes
Look at my chest, know the neck-a-lace froze
Go from Weston Road to death in the flows
Murder the messenger now, I suppose
Becoming a legend and everyone knows
Coming out feral, man, everyone's foes
Dis Generation, your backs are exposed
Pay attention to the way the wind blows
(Your verses sound like dirty dishes) gross
Know that Lani always doing the most
In the middle but I'm repping the coast
Y'all can't see me, boy, I rap like a ghost
Ball like Shaq, I beat you up in the post
Spitting flame and getting dough, making toast
If it's beef I turn it into a roast
Asking me how I'm feeling?
Close

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