Jeremiah Jae - Guns N Butter ft. Oliver the 2nd lyrics

Im in a paddle cell No servicer Just sum ether where the candle dwells Point the finger at the people thru window The chemist chop the leaf Macintosh silver screen The illusion of me been gone Real as Its gets Stan getz play the bra** Outta copper Outta zip locked bags proper No western doctors And no pest believe we throw Hibiscus flowers Like disc old sport Like how do i activate And demonstrate the proper ways When the system showers grenades on fresh plates Chemical war, why u think i got the beaker for Measure the pure Serve it raw Looks like you can use some Either they kept it away It never got used up The medicine bruised her Internal they say its cool Follow the rules Listen to the schools But if mr teach Taught em but he missed the P When its time to apply mentally u get fried And do be careful how they make u use ur time And wheres the pennies Foreal im working all day And still ain't seen a mini van Or at least the roof Can't stop the leak, f** the coup Nuck if u buck And s** it up like labor Garden landscapers Retarded odd favors For a buck good luck When u set sail Nextel cover the cell All for bills that burn in the hands of the rich For snail fish In trash bins A poor mans dish The world goes round and around Appi-tight off, habit crossed paths With the bigger ox Lost trying scuffle thru times of the last shark The ma** in the mix We're all victim to the loan sharkUh So them grants ate u alive You decide to put a tek to the sky I mean text, read the message thru the light beam Keep the light bulb going cuz the bite green Like paper chase While they vapor spray And then inject veins With more pain And she was doing good till the hurricame What a shame What a reign they got While rain stay in the hood Like moneygram And swishers While you in the park trying make a swish cuz Thats the only escape Its sterilized grapes they chewing Propane tanks to the face Off to bank Cough- laugh on the way [Oliver's Verse] n***a y'all some peons Ya main chick get peed on/throw it in her throat Bust a ghost like Egon If ya ain't get it, hit the rewind b*atch Six Deuce wit the hunnid spokes how we ride Real dude, stay true to my family That's why I'll never need a goon on salary It's just Guns & bu*ter Like Ving Rhames Lil hood n***as cuffin' Tyrese Alize Don't nobody want your punk a** bike cuz My minds on my money and my money where my mind was An lil mama on my arm, she a dime but She'll never, ever, ever, intertwine with my funds Tell em all the time that we timeless So put away the hating on the side, just admire us You r now deep inside the mind of the mindless Jungle Squad and we deep on that vine sh**/spit that Devine sh** That soul, we inclined sh**/ Please just recline, sit And shut the f** up, get your mind lit