Jockin My Fresh Lyrics - The Bar Exam 2 - Royce Da 5'9

Quit jockin' my fresh 

[Chorus:] 

Easily I approach 

The microphone because I ain't no joke 

Tell ya momma to get off of my nuts 

She need to quit 

"Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z 

Easily I could smoke 

Your hypertone, nigga you ain't no loc 

Tell your girlfriend to get off of my dick 

And she need to quit 

"Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z 

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[Verse 1:] 

I'm on fire survival, admire you liar 

Who hire, new tires, flew by you 

New buyer, Brunier, the new sire 

Each line, I think it's lightening 

What you think is writin' 

Is my ink ignitin' 

I stole that from L 

But I don't think it's bitin' 

Beef is hidin' on side of the stage 

Speakin' of fightin' 

I write like I pull my pen out the side of a grenade 

Imperial, serial killers in front of a mural of Dilla, Proof, Blade 

A burial crusade 

Venereal, flu, A.I.D.S. 

I'm sick 

I'm too paid 

I'm rich 

I will flower a chicken like a bouchet 

I'm sentimental 

End up with your dental 

Loose cave 

Bitch we ain't Friends 

I ain't Phoebe Buffay 

I'm a motherfuckin' +Superstar+ like Lupe 

Get a lot of vagina 

Stylin' like I'm a designer 

Whoever hotter than me 

I probably find them inside of me 

Connected, I probably supply them it's eeeeeasy 

Photos 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2:] 

The product is like Prada 

A lotta shottas is stretchy 

Until you tired of findin' time to ride a bitch out of liars 

Y'all retired your guns just cause you signed a deal 

I'm the Youth Fountain on Truth Mountain on Honest Hill 

Who's countin'? 

I'm tryin' to build beyond a mill 

Don't call me seven nine's cause I'm tryin' to find a bill(ion) 

True is, who is down to kill 

Old school like a Buick Bonneville 

Suicide, do a lot of pills 

You ain't got to kill 

Beef is easy to me bitch 

Guns, grams, get 'em, got 'em all, strict G shit 

Honestly, round 'em up, found 'em slumped 

Down to buck, llama tuck 

Grind till you tired of us 

I'm on your head like a Yamaka 

[Chorus] 

[Outro:] 

I'm gonna tell y'all niggas right now. Number one 

Quit jockin' my motherfuckin' fresh. Number two 

If you ain't feelin' me...you a fuckin' corn dog