Lyrics:
a nation
That can't even fly it's own flag. We hang on to the past, with its
Brutality and division. Why cant you just make a decision? The future is
and take your girl from you
Then sell it to you for the wholesale
Oh well have her back
Won't love but I love the stacks
So I'm pulling up and then you know
whose mind's scarred
From punchin' the time card
A strip club stalker, late night street walker
Alone or with the boner
Tryna make some money but my
miss the window ledge, hit the hedge, land upon my keys
I am a dorm rat, that is the fact, Jack
Lookin at incense, playin' with warm wax
Hittin'
double E-P I kreep like Jack The Ripper
Insane aside from tripping all I do
Is think about shit
Like what if Kurt Cobain was
Murdered by the Love bitch
the lean
Niggas love that Dirty Diana dont fuck with Billie Jean
Damn
Had to tell them niggas to go and beat it
Got grammy considered this shit is different
doubt it was his belly
With the unmistakable shake, cause hey, Willy loves his jelly
Willy's chubby and plump, like a fat little mouse
And I got tickled
of the mountain
He threw down the gates with a noise like judgment
And the quails all ran with the big arousement
But he wept: I must not love tough queens
be matter of fact (oh)
And if your mama raised you right
I'll be the Jill to your Jack
And jump right in with you
Baby, boots and all (oh)
come from, where you at Jack
Is it the clothes, the bullet holes or the shit up your nose
That makes your body contort like that
Like a Denmark Street
by their bed on their knees
No buying food on credit cause we're lacking the funds
No more wondering where all of this money will come from
God will
a mistake
Jack called go and get it ain't no time to sleep
I ain't trynna make friends bitch I'm trynna eat
Came from the bottom yo look at how time fly
Do I feel bad, or I'm blessed too
An insomniac, 'tryna' sleep through
All the things that, obsessed my mind
Gonna pour Jack for the rewind
Sent
the Jack it's for juking only
I'm tryna turn my homies into rich homies
cnd my garifuna queen get a ring from me
I dream she dream we dream together
I'm
just pumped up high on the adrenaline
building drums with no subs but some dust love
we had no posse and no manager - just us
our parents tolerant but
the Guest
On a mission;
Entrepreneur, jack of all trades
High tech, mechanic, physician
Witness, philanthropist, artist,
An all around legit brotha from
Yet jack they came up from somethin' (Pshh)
I don’t understand (No)
Got people watchin' me like I'm on demand (Huh)
Just stick to the plan (What)
Before
rather work hard on my dreams
Even if sometimes it seems
I'm still hella far from the Scenes
I wanna be in
I never cancel no I never stop
I never quit
No I
forces (4 C's)
Safekeeping Competence, protecting Commitment
Enhancing Credibility and upholding Capacity
Come with the audacity to look me in the eyes
time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time
And wonderin how I'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the
Heartless hood, it's all
the bang, just livin like a savage
And at the same time, your body's damaged
Made a move on a brother from the Boogie Down Bronx
He was a bully, that beat up
it sure did hurt
It was a trip to see my life split in half
>From the drug game on the street to the love I showed my mom and dad
The pain run
with adjectives and the pronouns
But some clowns stare me down
Like a showdown
And when the love goes around
You gets no pound
You wouldn't put your
the Hubble
First class ticket via Jack Daniels
Freed from my troubles, you can’t burst my bubble
Ouhh I’ll be so numbed, I’ll be acting so dumb
Contemplating
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