[Intro]

J Nyce

Yeah! Yo! Yo!

[Verse 1: Vision]

We smokin', drinkin', and hustlin' all day

The life of a rider pushin' on the yay

Pussies stay away before I let the blammer spray

Kushy bun all day, kill them blunts like my prey

We're stalkin' enemies, you feelin' what I say

These villains gotta pay and I gotta stay paid

Fuckin' with my funds, you gonna meet my blade

I'm 'bout to blow up like Pineapple grenades

When the pin's out I'ma show you what sin about

On a grim route for dough, always win bouts

Grew up with nothin', now I never go without

Got the game on lock like sticks in a Pit's mouth

You 'bout to get smoked like spliffs in my bitch mouth

Every track we make, nothin' but hits now

M-A-R-M-E-L, I say that shit proud

It's Marmel, yeah, yell that shit loud

[Verse 2: SurRealist]

Yo, when people understand you that's respectable logic

Reflectable topic, shock kids like an electrical socket

Unethical, get to talkin' some disrespectable gossip

Have your girl on my carpet like a testicle profit

But my man is sneerin', I'm feeling no vengeance near

And I'm a second tier until we grip machines like engineer

And better yet, I'm sick of death, I ain't finished my mission yet

If I body you, best believe I'm includin' your silhouette

Deep in the flow, so cold, I sleep in the snow

You got no material and yet you reap what you sow

Thirty deep in a row, homie can't compete with the cold

I made one call, watch what you release and you fold

And I love mine, give me a minute of thug time

And you holdin' your insides and you showin' your bloodline

Never a dumb crime, handle my tough times

I've seen baggies flipped over, promotin' the dumb grind

[Verse 3: Trissy]

I stay hard 'round you suckers, you talkin' that dumb grind

One time, pullin' out like I'm playin' the front line

Punchlines comin' out and every one of them shine

While all my diamonds are clear, you rust like a brake line

Take time if you think you ever steppin' to my team

My beams pour inside your eyes like it's Visine

Try me, have you hookin' up to an IV

I'm lettin' off slugs, that's exactly what your team sees me be

I got my warriors with me

A dime all the time and my actions still grizzly

I rhyme like a Nine, got the extra clip with me

On time with my lines like I'm serving the streets speed

My fleets be number one with the J Nyce

I hold the floor right like I'm grippin' an old mic

We take the beat, we make the heat, slingin' it so nice

When mama be with J Nyce, you know it be a cold night