Fuck

(Pajama Sam)

Yuh
This is a test run x2
Yuh

Fresh and so clean
Be G face the scene
Dope like the og in yo swisher
Like a beat know I had to do the switch up
Pajama Sam I ain't here to play witcha

Multitasking making tracks while driving
I ain't talking bout the strappa he got heat besides him
So just kick back ya feet up just relax
Sit back and let me count my paper back stacks
Pajama man myth get rocked like aerosmith uh
Like stan smith
My adidas cause hiatus yes yes like Sonic X
Causin chaos control
Disappear then reappear out the hiphop home
See alot of n***as askin where they hiphop gone
It's just a buncha' wack (wack) shit convert to hip hop foam(?)
But I ain't worried bout them n***as they ain't making my pockets bigger
I'm just putting the OG in my swisher
Like the beat know I had to do the switch up
Pajama Sam I ain't here to play witcha (nah)
(Jarv)

Nasty and sick yes I have the gift
To flow like the columbia river
So listen close while I compose the scripture
It's big Jarv I ain't here to play witcha (uh)

Get ya henchmen still ya can't prevent my ascension
Heavy like the stench on a french man
Benchin’ dark matter out in my garage
I outta make some pasta cause I got the sauce
I got it locked
Like you in a mental prison
I'm drippin jizz i'm givin you bitches forbidden wisdom
Listen close to the tale that I tell
I steal a boat when I feel like no one's sailing in hell
I take a dip in lava
Every time that I spit poems
It's big Jarv with the fire and brimstone
My man Pajama Sam on the beats cold chillin
My domes like a bowlin ball rollin’ on the ceiling
And it's holding heat like a light fixture
It's big Jarv I ain't here to play witcha

Just let it ride
Just gunna let this one ride out right here
Uh
And we out