Jean Deaux- RED GINSENG (freestyle) video

Jean Deaux- RED GINSENG (freestyle)

Produced by SY

Mixed and mastered by daedaePIVOT

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LYRICS:

wake it up

lets wake it up

the people cant talk intelligence
aint about they wits
where the visionary’s went?
B—- got me bent
asking what a n—– spent
hoe im a ;)
he know he owe me my percent
i know icy rappers who would pray to freeze the rent
…stars like michelin
just dont feel the same
hits dont hit again, and people dying every time we try to have events
dont ask for permission, but u still gotta repent
I aint try to claim goat or make hype
snipers aiming left but they echo the fake right
children steady dying while we live with genocide
And they say stay in my place, but forget its gentrified

true or false
they called us woke for saying this would happen
before 2020 they been plotting, with hypocrisy
true or false
tiktokers getting paid to push democracy
true or false
all you hoes owe noname an apology
well?

lets wake it up x4

gimme silence when I rap
if u cant tip the scale u aint the biggest, u a cap
we gone flood the city just to wipe yall off the map
yeah… show me your king, im the princess of piece
all these guns shooting blanks, yall aint triggers for me
west side bitch she gon slide
like the killas do
I used to weight watch, moving pounds like my figure loose
I think i need some healthy competition
but I figure who?
if u can hold a candle, baby come n get ya wicker blew
crucial,
if its conflict, make its useful
and when I wash u bitches dont u dare put it in neutral
b—s cannot see me with the star of david’s pupils
and all that rah rah man, could fry u out ya noodles
ill kick a bigger cup
nut up and dont even tuck
leaning out suburban trucks
dollar bill a n—- buck

im tryna chill
I got love for you hoes
but im a fenty beat all up u rappers nose
it get rocky when they fire, safety first I up the hose
need to pop whoever said yall
could go toe to toe
oh whoa
who the fk made yall believe u touched me
shared hallucinations, must be on ya monthly
i can smoke yall in my sleep, jus to put it bluntly
make a rapper touch the sky
no mr west, or justine
feel like queen bee
all my hits gon sting
talking cash shit, baby u know money aint a thing
man wake that shit up, yall be too trusting
its redbull in the trunk, for whoever want wings