Jay Electronica — Exhibit G Submission

[Intro: Lee Fields] Don't you make me do wrong, do wrong No, don't you make me do wrong, do wrong Yeah [Verse 1: Jay Electronica] This ain't the end, but we justifying the means Closet full of skeletons, testifying with screams Haters wanna rip off my jacket like Billie Jean Thinkin' we gon' get this shit cracking by any means [Interlude] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Don't make me do wrong, baby) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah) No [Verse 2: Jay Electronica] Yeah Came a long way from the bottom, Our Father The world is a ghetto forever, Our Harlem Hov saying, "Let's get this cheddar, why starve 'em?" Flows only make me get bеtter, Five Star 'em If I'm on this sеcond Turn, I go and take the first one And give it to these niggas line from bar, live in person Puff still hitting me, nigga, what you scared? Ty Ty, looking at me like, "Nigga, let's break bread" 40 nights on the grind, fighting cobras Niggas praying "Give me a sign", I'm like Moses These rap niggas out of their minds, striking poses The Black Moors coming to shrine and strike poses The god Jeymes Samuel, son of Ademola Tucked in, hurling Molotovs at the seminar Cast a whole spell on the game like a minotaur Beyond the battlefield of love, Pat Benatar [Outro: Lee Fields] Don't you make me do wrong, do wrong No, don't you make me do wrong, do wrong Yeah Don't you make me do wrong, do wrong No