Lyrics:
probably be tomorrow
Introduce myself as Carlos, if you want to call me Pablo
I got a high confidence, my mind it's all in
Today I'll commence, building up
covert, I stuck to the code and you don't know the code word
Once they turn me up and just know that it's over
My soul is on soulless, surrounded by
them shits to the bluest
It's the ego
Ooh, Jack White
Ooh, Jack White
A celebrated genius, my dick game's the meanest
I'll take the girl that's
the Predator
It's gettin' dissed by the editor
Looked up and hell of white for caper
It's to lynch a nigga on paper
But I'm much too black for the god
my bitch kinda reddish
With that white girl credit
White sand by the kilo like a white pearl desert
Y-M T-S's all white pearl letters, motherfucka
this life so nigga, Imma protect my hood by force
I started with the white, then I moved to green
Cause man, I was about this from
Back to the prison
position with no choice
A system imprison young black boys
Distract with white noise
The brainwashed become hype boys
Third eye dilate
You ain't
Run up them racks shit got me dancin'
Imma get rich tryna skrt in a phantom
Let a jack boy come my way imma trash 'em
Her boyfriend be mad, said my
Jacks all day.
It's a patriotic scene, all that's missing is the Queen,
But she said she couldn't make it of a Tuesday.
Then something wells up here
me catching up to god quicker, it's only right
Mix the jack with the coke and I'm okay
Put the zaza in the air let it rotate
Get money, let a broke
Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)
Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
cargo
Masked up on the scene like Pablo
Bad bitches on me like Rob Lowe
Boutta hit up her jack like Harlow
Sell shows at the Novo
Snortin' white blow
Big
a fool
Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, see-H
the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
when
set-up
Ridiculous, you and I will not make garbage
We will produce a chemically pure and
Stable product that performs as advertised
No adulterants
stoppin' shit
We pull up, start shit
My plug walk in this bitch
With a bunch of pеrcs
You look like a transsexual Lil' Uzi Vert
They told me I should put my
a rocket
Came for the movie we not even watching
I wanted pussy so she went and popped it
Beat it up crazy young nigga like Rocky
Jack put the henny on ice
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
on cab trips
Five pound Lyca
I can make the whole pack flip
Keys fly on the East sidе for us
We don't buy white that can't cook
Next stop Wеst blocks,
building
This is my shit, uh this is my shit, aye
JI motherfucking D motherfucking D
This is my shit straight up
East Atlanta check it, uh
This is my shit,
Marble floors, marble counters, chandeliers on the ceiling
Decidin' on the penthouse, I bought the whole building
Time to re-up, so I met 'em on the boat
Shots get popped on corners
Policemen make they quota
White men think they own ya'
Tell me, would ya' load up
If nigga rolled up on ya'
Shots get popped
else, we from the projects man
We don't give a fuck, man that shit is mad fucking surrounded by buildings like fucking jail, man
And I'm running in
Discuss these building up by jack white Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In