Snoozin

[Intro] Yea yea, Its ya boy Bee Jewell Uh Huh, rock wit me 313, and RO Uh Huh, You already know what it is I'm 'bout to go in on this beat right here JEWELL [Verse1] They sleeping on the Jewellsta I'm the diamond in the dirt Got my own unique style ridicule don't hurt But don't you get ridiculous Cause I spit these crazy lines that will get me checked in for mental sickness Move with the quickness cause you know time is business And if yo business ain't on time you gets evicted I ain't a land owner But all my lines all together gonna feel like a dropped an acre of land on her Past the porter in the building I have entered You can chill with Bee Jewell sure your in, turd But if you get lost then you get interred In a crowd full of haters they face green as alligators Cause they sick of the kid I spit these lines make 'em wanna quit and just surrender the gig Loot over dummies man we doing it big Coming at them from every angles They friends don't co-sign/cos dog you need to get equipped with your trig [Chorus] They need to wake up to Bee Jewell I'm making noise they snoozin' They just snoozin' on the kid They need to wake up to Bee Jewell I'm making noise they sleepin' They just sleepin' on the kid They'll know whats going down when I stop speakin' Sound is golden I'm outspoken [Verse2] Yea I speak with a power that stands over them like towers Want to sleep on Bee Jewell, get woke up in the oddest hours My words are cannibals, your words they straight devour Got you looking real stupid to the point you might cower After the bell rings you might catch me at Belle Isle In my own lyrical class only one in my isle Make your way to my bracket I'll make my way to a foul And we can jump ball for my own lyrical crown These scrubs think they cool but I stay putting 'em down Even with gravity holding 'em they stuck up in the clouds And if they in the clouds then I must be in the stars And if they in the stars then I must be on mars Got them weaklings running away like Lightyear McQueen in cars But like Game say they wouldn't get far [Chorus] [Verse3] You know I rep the 3-1-3 and the 2-4-8 Something like Chris I'm the dude everybody love to hate Got hater for life engraved on they license plate Cause they gonna die hating, we real and they fake Rap a hard game but they scared, they chicken rhyming That's why they weak flow get ate up like chicken ramen Then thrown up like vomit cuz they flow is best used by never They couldn't make it rain in rain season, any weather Nor if ever get the mind to think they better than Bee Jewell They chicks is only after they cheddar If you call her Minnie Mouse Then they got many mice Which is why they stay broke mean girls prep nice You can test your luck bro you can go and roll the dice But if you slip up, then you gonna have to pay the price [Chorus]