Secrets Safe Local Celebrity Freestyle - Jazz Cartier

Niggas just wanna control, meanwhile I had the remote

Plenty of internal conflict that happened, I had to explode (aye, aye, aye)

I been on the up-and-coming, I ain’t ever been a runner-up

I’m a leader, not a frontman, but I’ll let you lil' niggas front

La Fleur F-50, who taught you niggas how to stunt?

Niggas got emotions on criss-cross, go up on the roof nigga, fuckin jump

Raf Simmons, Rick Owens, so much designer but you living with your mama,

dog (and you ain’t payin' rent)

I’m feeling like Cannon back in '09, I ain’t really with the Drumma,

dog (you know I ain’t with the drama, dog)

We ain’t got nothing in common dog, unless you putting up commas dog (uh, uh)

I’m Roy Batty, Blade Running, shit, I might hit you with the monologue (wooh)

Man down (man down)

They be screaming out «Man down!»

(man down)

Niggas used to hate up on 'Cuzzi (right)

Now them niggas all fans now (right)

Now them niggas got they hands out (right)

Yeah, now 'Cuzzi got bands now (right)

I made a lot of money, lost a lot of friends (right)

It’s like I’m building castles in the sand now (right, wooh)

I’ve been dreaming to the fullest (woah)

Back when Rodney Mullen had a mullet (woah)

Top Gun Cruise, no bullet (woah)

I’m just tryna spend a night with Sandra Bullock, lord (right)

Ring the alarm (ring the alarm)

Tell them be calm (tell them be calm)

I do not fuck with no chickenheads, please bring them back to the farm (back to

the farm)

Ring the alarm (ring the alarm)

Clear out the dorm (clear out the dorm)

Help will arrive in a minute, just make sure that no one is harmed (heh)

The recipe for disaster

You the type to answer questions, still guessing the answer

I’m swift, like Mr. Clean, a nigga mess up the matter

But I know niggas say the word’ll make him mess with a hammer

I plan on, living forever nigga I won’t expire

Niggas tell me to give it up, I tell them «sing to the choir»

It’s Fraiser, Ali, David sprung Goliath

Pastor told me to say a prayer, lit the bible on fire

(Hmm) I’m Sleepy Hallowing demons, I’m steady following

Under the moon, on top of the hill, with wolves howling

Nigga

Part Two: Local Celebrity

My bitch rolling up a blunt

If I hit that shit once, I’ll be coughing up a lung

Look around the city, can’t mimic what I’ve done

A lot of people gonna hate when they notice you the one

You was doing fraud?

I was selling blow

Fucking up a comma got drips down her throat

10 minutes past perfect in the depths of my mind but my nigga still lurking

Local celebrities nigga

I ain’t stressing these niggas

Everybody want a plate, I say a blessing for niggas

If you really wanna eat, I got the recipe nigga

Yeah, I fell asleep to an angel

Woke up next to Satan

Sold my soul to the devil, I’m as free as a mason

Yeah, I got a hundred white bitches and they all love niggas

Yeah, back in highschool, I did 2-a-days

Now I’m in the studio every day doing 3 a day

I’m just a bad angel with some good intentions

Niggas want a feature but I’m too expensive

Shit

They pree what the jargon is

I dropped «Set Fire» on em huh?

I am not a rapper, I’m an arsonist

My name ring bells in every continent

Niggas wanna blog post now, I’m fuckin' with them columnists

Swerve right, make a left at the intersection

Chillin' in the cut with all this money, need a disinfectant

I got a bitch with some lip injections

And don’t play that weak shit around me nigga.

I might disconnect it

How you doing?

Nice to meet ya

Cut the cheque, Bye Felicia

Yeah

I’m better than everybody who coming up

Niggas know where I be at, who running up?

Nigga, popped my first M with Auggie

Had a nigga on bounce like I’m sitting on laundry

Eating sushi, drinking Sake

Had a couple wise cracks, but a nigga no Gandhi

These new kids metro, I’m still dominion

Liquor spilling, molly on the tip, go and lick it, tastes delicious

Mama never left the house, in return I had to face the wicked

As the only black kid in Idaho, man the shit was vivid

I’m from Toronto where they call it the 6ix

Tell labels, don’t call unless they offering 6

I’m going off with the grit

So off with the shits

I be screaming out «done know nigga»

Jazz in this bitch like a trombone nigga

My shit finna drop and I postpone niggas

Having discharge like the ozone, nigga

Roll up to the club with like 3 or 4 niggas

Then I leave out the club with like 3 or 4 bitches

That’s a light stunt.

Niggas ain’t safe out here

Spring time, niggas flake out here

Better hold your weight 'round here

Secret’s safe out here

Yeah, 'Cuzzi