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Tell Em (Produced by Jet Couteur)

by Jet Couteur

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Self Produced ( By Jet Couteur )

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Hook

~
I tried to tell em man
I really tried to tell em...

We just told em
Do I really gotta yell it?

Niggas talkin shit but
I ain't really listenin

Yall thinkin yall close
But really yall distant
~


1st Verse
- - - -
They sayin speak up
But I think I rather whisper
Y'all plain clothes
But I swear that I'm gifted
Young Jet took off
Now I swear I'm lifted
Straight up Sifted
Sorted threw the mud
To get new rocks piffin
Yall are rented
Yall are tenants
You a soldier
I'm lieutenant
Yall are losers
I'm a winner
Some homies did the silly
To get slide behind bars
The truth is gettin clearer
I can't hide behind bars
Took a little while
Had to stack it in a pile
Time to cover up
Mix it up, & shut em up
The lights gettin brighter
Watch em close the shutters up
Pulled down the drawstring
On niggas that bling bling
I hung em out to dry
Like paper on loose leaf
Too tired, I lost sleep
You fired, I want keys
I dosed off at work
My guys all sold dirt
Right up in the league now
And I'm ballin like yung Dirk
- - - -

~
I tried to tell em man
I really tried to tell em...

We just told em
Do I really gotta yell it?

Niggas talkin shit but
I ain't really listenin

Yall thinkin yall close
But really yall distant
~

2nd Verse
- - - -
Talk a lotta shit but niggas know they didn't
I think I meant did not
Yall are hand me downs like a grandpa wrist watch
I'm only talkin time so tell em don't tic tock
Slid the clasp lock
Like a nascar dissock
Play this new shit
Till the goddamn tape drop
Played cassette tapes
Till the goddamn tape pop
Fuck your weak shit
This is Goddamn hiphop
I wrote my own bars
I wrote my own hook
I made my own beat
I got my own look
Houston IN HERE
I got em all shook
Ask YA girl dawg
Check her notebook
I know it's all there
She wrote it all there
I told her crawl there
Bed is sprawl there
She in my court
So I ball there
Add it up man
It's all there
It's all there
- - - -

~
I tried to tell em man
I really tried to tell em...

We just told em
Do I really gotta yell it?

Niggas talkin shit but
I ain't really listenin

Yall thinkin yall close
But really yall distant
~

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released November 18, 2015

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