The Story of Jayson Rodriguez

“Prime Time (Free.lifestyle)”

“All I’m saying’s fuck ya dream, look prick, I’m seeing God’s vision/Free.life or death, holy ghost in every breath/Requires for evils, masterpieces on my mind’s easel/Only Plan B close to mind is for my weasel/Yeah, I might have slipped a time or two on rendezvous/Dazed by the temptresses, on instances/ Ambitions of the grandeur, getting twisted at The Standard/Raised wretched and poor, so please pardon my candor/Fuck what’s extraneous, bitch I’m tryna live/Mentally eating competition, where the hell’s my bib/You really gotta sacrifice before the game gives/Cause what they wanna offer more akin to Jena 6/And Jagg’s not the 7, nightmares of the 8 section, never to return/So to switch up my picture, I just play the Ken Burns/Y’all rehearsing, I’m just hearse’n shit/Watch what you flirting with, these beauties hold the Serpent’s Gift/Inconsequential aura, Bermuda my moves/I’m caught in the royal, double paying my dues/Affinities for lime lit amenities/Fuck this box man, I’m aiming for the Kenndy’s/Rothschild’s, DuPont’s, Anheuser’s, Genevieve’s/These niggas think they slick, I see they frienemies/Fuck kings, I mainly respect legends/The flow’s more akin to black tar, hash resin—Prime Time.” @MIKEJAGGERR (LIKE this, here.)