Rap Along With Z: 4pm On The O (Freestyle) By Smoove Boy Jay

In our newest addition to Rap Along With Z we bring you the lyrics to Smoove Boy Jay's 4PM On The O freestyle. This guy is family right here, so I need y'all to show him hella love!!! Be on the look out for Jay's upcoming projects; 90s Baby dropping later this year and Midas dropping 1st quarter next year. In the meantime make sure to follow Smoove Boy Jay on Twitter and IG. Enjoy!

[Smoove Boy J]:

I should've threw me a party wylin in Boston

But instead I stayed a Yankee

That outfield with Kenny Lofton

I think I lost em

Charles Bronson

I'd kill

meet the mayor

Put my fam on shoulders

The city be prepared

I'm in a rut

And I'd be the first to admit it

I wanna leave my city

Come back and never forget it

Who wasn't happy with OJ getting acquitted

Salt in the old wombs

Forbidden fruit was acidic

They still don't get it

I'm speaking on higher wisdom

Hard shell with diamond prisms

The power like Sonny liston

Look what Sonny listed

You sonny and Cher the misfit

Rugrats in my path

You niggas listen to LipShitz

Yeah that's word of mouth

I'm the nigga that you heard about

You should be happy that I choosing this path for that murder route

It ain't the same look

different chapters reading out the same book

U wanna be the best thief ya idolizing the same crooks

It's a shame rook at least that's what all of the vets say

King for my City

You Queens like where the Mets play

Turret spray

War time jet slayin

the best way

Gliding to my goal

The best ever like Gretzky

Momma asked me what's my 5 year plan

I told her it wasn't for me not a 5 year man

Da hood looking like I couldn't make the 5 year stand

All my goals should be met within a 5 year span

Childhood would've told you there ain't no hope in em

Done seen enough roses turn dead

Hoping they grow again

Wishing for 95 starks, Ewing and oak again

Reminisce about your glory days

Hoping they notice em

I'm from a city where if trump win we shooting

I ain't worried but whats yours what's mine

Nigga we looting

You ain't gotta teach a grad about nothing

He ain't a student

Nowadays we only talk

So that action don't mean we moving

My brother's daughter almost 3 now

how time flies

It seem like yesterday when a newborn was on my timeline

Fast forward my godson is in the picture

Took the frames to make some figures

I figured I'd be that nigga

I'm getting sicker

My patience is getting thinner

Cold shoulder, I've been waiting since late December

I ain't no average nigga

Dash of a savage nigga

Lavish texture grabbing cabbage nigga

Don't you ever forget that baggage nigga.