"Rumors" (prod. by Sues Beats)x J.STRADDA

To Whom much is given much required///
So if you aint got shit you gotta be quiet
Grown folk talking nigga be quiet//
Truth spilling out sometime in ya lies
These niggas they need me believe me//
Their arms up their needy 
Like babies in feelings//
I'm feeling they fiending with no rhyme or reason
To hate that I'm breathing we eating and Greedy
The Niles the river where they drown until they face fact//
You hate me so bad I'm so good at what I'm good at 
Grew up from the slums you get out and then you give back//
They giving you shit, cuz you aint stuck where they stuck at (Fuck em)
Waiting for a chef to come cook it up //
Too bad your best aint good enough
Recipe designed till I'm full be quiet//
Seat belt strapped in for a helluvah ride 


Rumors (prod. by Sues Beats)- J. STRADDA

Many Hers of Me- J. Stradda (prod. by JK and DJ Tank)

Back Down Memory Lane J-Stradda feat Joshua & Heavy Hittaz Ent.

Doing My Own Thang - J. Stradda and Scoot Skywalka feat. Dutch and Jude

Intro

From the top of my head, to the bottom of my feet///
Im the cool side of the pillow aint nobody cold as me

From the top of my head, bottome of my feet///
Cool side of the pillow aint nobody cold as me

(Hook)
Cocky on a Kilo and I'm bout to let my E-GO///
And aint no stopping me cuz I aint got no equal
Show up to Show out that's what I'mma do///
Cuz ya boy stay fresh from the shape up to da shoes

Verse 

Watched by many hated by some///
But in this rap shit I'm second to none (Nope)
I'm honest all the time, I'm humble when it counts///
To be honest I'm only modest in moderate amounts
And I'm beside myself, I aint even mad///
I just need more hands to pat myself on the back
Precipitate hate and I'mma outlast it///
Self-esteem steaming I'm bout to blow a gasket (Got-dayum)
You number three next to me that's it///
I'm number one and number two cuz being first is the shit
I'm dotting all I's and crossing all T's///
I'm the motherfucker that ya mother wanted you to be
Set trends blaze trails no L's I'm winning///
Rock bells LL just minus the lip licking.
It's a given what I'm given is opinion///
But don't give me yours unless I grant you permission

Hook 2x

I party hop yeaaahhh I get my stroll on///
P90x yesss, I get my swole on.
Waves faded down, sides tapered up///
And what yall think is extra aint enough for us
Considered charisma yall call it cocky///
Red octagons are gone, no stopping me 
Cut from a different cloth check my texture///
Blueprint building the rap architecture .
PO Box a hater address you sincerely//
FED -Excellence and deadly with deliveries
Yes, you are now rocking with the best///
Heart of a lion roaring bold in my chest.
I show up to show out, head to toe I'm fresh///
Then I push up to push out, hit em wit dat flex
It's a given what I'm given is opinion///
But don't give me yours unless I grant you permission

Hook 2x

SHAPEUP2DASHOES- J. STRADDA (prod. by Mickey Montz)

(In the studio getting blowed, to the coldest shit I ever wrote)

I walk passed these snakes hissing, cobras and vipers are in em
Penning my story of pain wrote with the vicious of venom
But Stradda Ball Harder, 
I swear to God all these broke alternators trynna fuck with the starter
So I don't need this 
About as appealing, as Judas Kiss is to Jesus
This aint BIG triple beam what's beef,
This is I see you, you mean mug and don't speak
Momma don't worry, we calmly armed,
Jesus charms, to ward off the e-vils of de-mons, 
You weak, while we strong, you off we stay on 
My two arms, strong enough to hold that crown and slap box king kong
We royalty living, aimed on ambition
Hide and seek with my team, when that loyalty is missing,
Front line fighting heart heavy spine screaming, back stabbers place the blade in my back and left it leaking
I peel off and open up that scab
To remember war wounds from the fake and the pain from the past,
I'm not name dropping in this motherfucking verse,
But when they hear it, this shit gone hurt,
Limelight casted on the famous,
And you piss off a hater when you leave that nigga nameless,
Can't throw dirt on the stainless, 
But when that mixture aint mixing you gotta rearrange it
Separate real from the fake,
Friends from the foes, a backstabber's stake
Misjudge your foes, your first mistake, 
Might be your last in this game we play,
Better pick your side, cuz when it's time to ride,
Might have to cut off your hand so that your body survives,
Better watch your man, He might be watching your wife,
Try to rob your plans, try to take your life
United we stand, this can't be right,
Your right hand go left, crossover into the night
Fake friends on my left, right hand on the holster,
Keep em by my wristwatch, to watch my enemies closer,
Pump poems into these pistols, popped em and didn't ask why
Shoot across my heart so I hope they die,
Trigger finger itching so go head and tempt me
Eyes the color of ivy, reflect my enemies envy.....

(Poem) Eyes rewind time in hopes to see my Judas
You see we all hail Ceaser, while he suffers siezures from Brutus,
So while you sky riding these high rises, Michael Jordan flying,
Scottie Pippen hating your pimping, pimpin' assisting in your demise
Above your bullshit we rise, like yeast on flies
It's always the walking nigga starting shit with no keys to ride
I hide, blend my pride with these con artists, thieves, disloyal side switching guys, 
Maya Angelou my angle so, Still I RISE

Kiss of Judas- J. STRADDA

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