| Artist: | Jay Cruz aka Quokane |
| Album: | No album name set |
| Title: | 28 - MyDay1 @OfficialQuokane |
| Year: | 2018 |
| Genres: | Hip Hop/Rap / DJ |
About the artist
Jay Cruz aka Quokane is an MC / Producer / Engineer and is a product of Western MA. Confident flows, hard lyrics and a new school sound mix with the golden era.
Jay Cruz aka Jay Cruz THATHROWAWAYS #28
@OfficialQuokane
@beatsaudiomercy
Lyrics
My Day 1 introduced me to this Jazzy off the block…
Grammies with her family, Michelle and then Barak…
A message and a pen hear me Plotting for the top
From the Slate to the rock a lot of states, some estates,
Young Dumb getting Guap. Kept my soul mate with me
My brothers back home said to neva fill my spot…
Family in the Front, still kept the signs locked
We all Thuggin’ cuz you buckling the glock,
Had kids still tucking even thou you tried to stop
Did Bids No Frontin, you ain’t down to push a mop,
You calculate degrees but enemies is envious of what you got
So Hennesy and blunts always on a swap…
The winter’s cold so we always keep it hot
Animating scenes the pressure’s bout to make you POP
Slick SICK Sneeze lyrics was likely to get you Shot
—>Timb’s 1/2 a size bigger, Brown knots in the socks
—>Rings a couple carrots thickA, plus he OD’in his Fox…
Young Thugs on the pension, manipulating Stock
.Get it with you crew Street, minus all the props….
No snitches, Rat Traps and a couple Cash’d Cops….
All business no flops… that was back in the dayz
-I wasn't wit it for myself cuz consequences replayed
I went to write another Page, And had Pop’s.
You had Not, From the cradle to the grave Stats Drop
Scheming with a pack get you jack’d leaving you staying where you Rot…Love Bands Dreamt Rap cuz you really a Savant….
PO PO bout to stomp, Didn't get no Knock Knock…
Dealt a bad hand so you staying off the clock
Said those bars cool’d you down. You read a lot PAC…When you distributing the meds, them Zombies on Hawk, You wanted out b4 they outline u in chalk…
Doing what Ya want without the FEDS on your Cock
Years later things change he did with his heart
End Game, now always getting JaQ’d.
He was In the BM I was slipping in my Drop, When I seen him Said
he’s popping some Ciraq, at the park, we should talk, meet me by my European…Hit my shorty on a DM, couple minutes 4 Da PM
told her who I'm with, lets roll thick, C’mon we almost leaving…
Son is hungry for this money doing bungies, getting even
… I rolled up quick parked the whip, check what I'm seeing…
A group of blue flags in the mix,
Du-rags Clipped Beards thought they part of the cliq
no grip by the hip, just notepads a few bags, So I rolled up the Spliff, Looked left, Oh Shit, dutch catching my Lag….
My Day 1 duck’d hit’s he froze in his swag, the goons reached in a bag POP POP hit Dutch in the Leg, the last shot in the head….
Tire Treds burnt out you falling outta of your spread…I ran out 2 where you bled out from the exiting lead
My hands out in your eyes wishing I was there instead…
Thinking that I did it stay’s fucking with my head
Your Baby mamma with it cuz she wanted all your bread
Now I'm tipping my Ciraq for the dead,,, MY Day 1