Lychee Jazz ft. FriendlyFire Lyrics

Alright

Let's do this

Final Boss

Everybody gets lit

When we throw this on

DZ, FriendlyFire

We the final boss

Been at it for a minute

Not a round of applause

Still i'm proud of all my raps

Whether you feel it or not

And you can ramble on

About your realer shit

This ain't a sob story bitch

This some drift in whips

And hit the curb, drunk off of a vodka sip

And try to figure out how we gon' get home again

It's the weekend bitch

And we ready to rumble

Banging on my chest

I'm the king of the jungle

Changing how I spit

While they continue to mumble

Name another Aussie kid that do it better than I do

I'm a motherfucking

Mastermind

I got the Force, couldn't hit me

With your blaster fire

The nerdy cunt

Rapping with all my bars and lines

Cause I ain't afraid to be myself

Unlike you fucking liars

Uh

Alright we just gonna keep it going

Uh

Check me out, check me out

Picture what I paint

It's a perfect portrait

Penning on a pad

Pull in a profit performance

Pussy pulling pistols prolly part of the poorest

People tryna pay pushing a party's importance

pu 'em through the pace and they be puffing and pausing

Pick me personality

They petty and cautious

Paranoid

Prolly push you off a pavillion

Couldn't trust their own homies

Cause they plotting

To did 'em in

Got a

Watch digital, stacking up all my decimals

Claiming I got the bars

That's even compared to criminals

Who harder?

Prey to me

Our Father

Comparing me to you is like Iggy to Shawn Carter

You defend it

Get deaded and die a martyr

We the menace pretend like you didn't start us

Stock is on the rise

Anticipate like a start up

It's Trip Jacket Limited

Finish whoever pass us

Uh

I'm sick as fuck right now

If you couldn't tell

T R I P J A C K E T

They know who we be

Fucked up

Better roll some weed

This that crazy shit

That make you lose your mind

Throw some hands

And maybe break your spine

This is what happens when a comet collides

With an extra terrestrial martian mind

You don't like my style?

Well, I don't give a fuck

In this day and age

Talent don't mean much

So I can say what I want

And I can say what I feel

Cause I ain't looking to cop

A fucking record deal

Yeah

You all look the same

You all care too much

About another opinion

Like it really matters

Loser