Palm Of My Hand ft. OAJAB Lyrics

It's J.R

Okay like silly man, silly man, put him on a pentagram

If you wanna feature, it gon' have to be a couple grand

Tie a noose around his neck and hangin' by the Ceiling fan

I'm tryna get to the top with the world in the palm of my hand

I'm movin' like a spider, got the mask on Michael Myers

Me and OJAB on the beat, it's on repeat when you listen, it's fire

Cartier diamonds up on my neck, what a youngin' desire

Just like 23, I'm tryna be the best when I retire

Take off in a whip, you hear the skrrt, all you smell is attire

I'ma get rich and then get some drip, I like that fresh attire

Ice up on my wrist and on my neck, you know I'm Mack and Ruthless

I'ma get diamonds up on my teeth, so my diamonds ain't cakeless

Ay, I think you confused with the rubric, I got the paper to prove it

I think you boutta just lose it, take a pill so you can quit

Ay, I like what you do with your music, nevermind it's so confusing

Life that we live's an illusion, all for the people's amusement

What's that, man's OJ up on the track, you whack

If he hittin' you, might get a face smack

Take that, flow be drivin' it right in the Maybach

If you tryna diss with me, I might go get my payback

Oh snap, few bands, I be gettin' paid back

Everybody start a drama, they don't know I'm laid back

I be climbin' to the top and you know I'ma spit facts

I got healthy lookin' lungs, I ain't smokin' no packs

I ain't reppin' anybody, only reppin' myself

Diamonds dancin' like Mike and I be flexin' my wealth

Oh well, like a me, I be ringin' my own bells

In the ring, I'll knock out, so you know that you felt

I be puttin' up a show and surprise that you can't tell

I'ma kick it like I'm Messi, finna score a 1-0, uh

This beat the only thing that I kill

My toy with the blade, like it's a killer kill

Like I'm gettin' my turn to pen and we kick it like kung fu

I be cookin' up my bars and deliver like shampoo

They be playin' on my track, so better put it on loop

Like a mani in the ring, I better give the one-two

Every verse could be a present, better give that one-two

I be walkin' on the sky, got the high ground like I'm blue

I be drippin' like Marissa, the way that I'm on suit

Never doubt me like Ronaldo, or else I might just as soon

Givin' thanks to the Lord Jesus, Jesu

Thanks to him, I stay winnin' and I'm wearin' my best suit

And he's comin' right back, man, he's comin' back soon

I'm a robot like Gundam and I'm in the mobile suit, uh

Ayanami, you a clone just like Wei

Tryin' to be like me and do the things that I say, uh

If he tryin' to come rap, no way

We can knock him out like Rama and Akane

I'm comin' with the force, oh my God, I'm H4

Got the shape of my sword, oh Lord, oh Lord

Off of Jenny, I soar like a tiger on the floor

And if you take one of mine, I'm surely gonna up the score

You know Ol' Jeb ain't a sinner if he make the call, it's war

I can do what I can do, but I can surely do some more

Reminisce about the past, feel like I'm chained out of the floor

Ol' Jeb like Pippin with the pass, and I'm like MJ with the score

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