Niggas who make hot beats and my dogs who spit venom. My thugs and gentlemen, from vanilla to cinnamon. The first thousand women from N'Sync to Eminem. — Jean Grae Copy Share Image
My thugs and gentlemen, from vanilla to cinnamon. The first thousand women from N'Sync to Eminem. — Jean Grae Copy Share Image
Controversy works, plus I gotta pussy, but even with that, people scared to push me, who's a pussy first? — Jean Grae Copy Share Image
I cry myself to sleep sometimes, wept the and the tears From malice, divorce meets to lost peers. — Jean Grae Copy Share Image
Don't stop, I said you won't stop and if you with me, then we ride until the beat drop. Who got the Henny, yo?… — Jean Grae Copy Share Image
And as you can tell i've done alot of growing up. And time goes fast and no sign of slowing up. — Jean Grae Copy Share Image
For niggas caught at checkpoints, got heavy firearms. Fly and Henny'ed up, drivin like they wearin blindfolds. — Jean Grae Copy Share Image
If you touch my jersey I'll bust your lip. Open your face then break your hip. — Jean Grae Copy Share Image
Just wanted to thank you for understanding and reaching out. Love Jean, holla back at your homie, peace, I'm out. — Jean Grae Copy Share Image
Your Monday is not going to be like Saturday; the emotions are going to be different. — Jean Grae Copy Share Image
Me and my family, me and my niggaz used to be tight and now we see eachother on the block with no pound. Keep… — Jean Grae Copy Share Image
What's your hustle, I'm doin mine and if it don't work - fuck that, it got to. — Jean Grae Copy Share Image
Devoted life to the dream of lights and fortune and fame. I might just gain the vision, or just might be livin in vain. — Jean Grae Copy Share Image
1 for the beat, 2 for the real right cats who never doubted I was dropping the skill. For all my peoples in NY… — Jean Grae Copy Share Image
