Jay Browne - Chop/Appetite Lyrics

Oh yeah, Santiago

My niggas still popping them nines
And my cousin still coppin them dimes
I'm out with my gang and no I don't bang, my cousin still calling me "Slime"
And I got the heart of a lion
No your music not harder than mine
You niggas be following bitches on IG, I follow my heart and my mind
It do not let up, and no I don't stop, we aim at ya top-op
Them thangs go chop-pa-pa-pa-pa, we aim at ya top-op
They want me to lean but me, I just rock, it took me alot, yuh
Them thangs go chop-pa-pa-pa-pa, we aim at ya top-op (J-A-Y)

Got no gun but he talking 'bout grabbing it
You my son, get you grounded like gravity
I'm not dumbing it down for you dummies
I floss in the jaws of the feet cause you cavity
If you struggling, try me, keep going
Shit is hard and I'm already knowing
Shit confusing, they talking 'bout going through hell
She look up and it look like it snowing
Got 'em looking like: "My God!"
She did it on camera, go ahead, go and get a tripod
Lights off, Firmway chain still glowing, got me feeling like an icebox
Nigga these hands gon' go around like a windmill
Acting out like Denzel but I'm seeing through you like a windshield
It come to the music, they know I'm the man
Gassing these niggas, I don't understand
"What do you mean, that man is a fiend! Can't you see what he gon' do for the gram?"
Got 'em keys like Ray Charles, dropping off pounds like weight loss
Do it big like Kaino, like Jay Browne, like Jay Hova
No sir, ain't no slave, ain't no token, it's game over
Dawg gon' fuck up my catalogue, battery on my back like I had a charge
Fuck 'bout that shit, hope you had a ball, I ain't mad at all
You getting money, better stay true, make sure your day ones get paid too
Bitch, I'm balling hard
Thank God cause I'm faithful and I pray too-
Wait, hold up
Where the melanin? Where the black girls?
That's juvenile, tell her back up
A city girl, tell her ack up
Bring her packs in, run her racks up
Blow her back out, pull her tracks out
She stay down, pull her back up
I'm in beast mode like Frankenstein time
God give me gift like divine sign
Soul never sold and I never told, no never drop a dime-dime-dime
I'm a cheat code, what is my mind?
Give me brain like I'm Einstein
Baby like "you fye, fye, fye"
I reply "I try, try, try"

My niggas still popping them nines
And my cousin still coppin them dimes
I'm out with my gang and no I don't bang, my cousin still calling me "Slime"
And I got the heart of a lion
No your music not harder than mine
You niggas be following bitches on IG, I follow my heart and my mind
It do not let up, and no I don't stop, we aim at ya top-op
Them thangs go chop-pa-pa-pa-pa, we aim at ya top-op
They want me to lean but me, I just rock, it took me a lot, yuh
Them thangs go chop-pa-pa-pa-pa, we aim at ya top-op

Woo
Roll the motherfucking windows down
J-A-Y

All I need is my queens, all of my g's, God and my Jesus
Y'all been waiting on me? Why you ain't say shit, I'm on G, bruh
Most of y'all want to be famous
Shift the culture, I see the changes
Sacrifices, guess that's what life is
Won't leave the way we came in
I'm a real rap student of the game, music in my veins
Sleep well but you know ain't no comparison
Composition book with rhyme back in '09, living in the matrix, young Shawn Marion
I was just expressing all the damage I was carrying
Lying, I was running from the problems, I'll bury 'em
Dad had to leave, only see him on the weekend
Parents not speaking, I swear that shit embarrasing
...Couldn't get dap from me, let alone rap with me
How you frontin' on me with ya back to me?
You ain't got a single song niggas can relate
Saying you the king, shit sound like cap to me
World is turning, bridges burning, gotta face it
This is more than music, this is motivation
Holy ghost ain't never going on vacation
Every time I grow, you see the elevation
I'm just hear to plant seed
Olive branches coming from poetry
Music who I am, how I know it's me
Die and make a difference, oh, yes indeed, uh
I'm just hear to plant seed
Olive branches coming from poetry
Music who I am, how I know it's me
Die and make a difference, oh, yes indeed
All I need is my queens, all of my g's, God and my Jesus
All y'all waiting on me? Why you ain't say shit, I'm on G, bruh
Gotta make all the sacrifices
Daddy told me that that's what life is
Seen Rob at the colder show and I'ma show these niggas what an appetite is
Please don't flag on my gang, please don't speak on my name
I don't play that game
Please don't copy my rhyme, don't be blocking my shine
I'm waiting for niggas, dawg
Daddy slaved for this, Momma prayed for this
Soldiers slain for this, money rain for this
Tears and pain for this, 808 the hits
Brand new day for this, I was made for this
If you ain't about it, you can be about it, not on 10, bitch you know I'm on 8-1-3
I hear a lot of niggas, boy, your sound profile
You can search through the crowd, bitch, there ain't one me
No drama, war backwards, no condom, need peace but the flow so violent
Put their pictures all on a page like a comic
The one they wanna be cause this shit is uncommon

All I need is my queens-queens, my g's-g's, my Jesus
All y'all waiting on me? Why you ain't say-say, I'm on G, bruh
Gotta make all the sacrifices
Daddy-Daddy told me that that's what life is
Seen Rob at the colder show and I'ma show these niggas what an appetite is

"Tampa!"
"Bay!"
"Tampa!"
"Bay!"