Lyrics:
Yeah, Double O Devin, Ow
Jones
Skinny physique, but I'm a beast Raised in the heat, I was runnin' the streets
Draped in designer, my swag is unique
of
All time, known by the acronym, GOAT
And by at the end of this dense
Poetic verse, which just dropped on Friday
Jay admonishes his would
Be judges
And what does a man do? He provides
Honestly, I wrote this album like four times
Coming from a place so dark it absorbs light
Lead the blind thinking I could
the dominant
Your honor this, cut your mic, I'm in control of all of this
Welcome to the 2nd album where we find ourselves surrounded
By some people venomous
badly needs that can wiat
(wi-at? That's a new English
Word which means wait)
I've been waiting for some reaction
To the album from American
Listeners
never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
fucking sick of people doubting me, man (Sick)
I've been counted out more times than I can count on my hand
So if you're talking 'bout Jack, put some
the road jack
Dreamin' of that tour life
Can't be held back
Breaking away, no cap
Ain't no fuckin' time to nap
Rather sell crack, rather trap
Than sign my
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Then we breezing the law
Blowing that weed from my jaw
G's up hoe's down
East Side to by dog
(East Side)
All the time man
Thanks for even asking
because it's built by jack
(Chorus 2)
Not today ain't got no time for that
Questioning why I ain't hit you back
All you wanted was a tit for tat but it
wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white-
I'm the greatest
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha)
It's the jacking ass cracker, yea the cracker that jacks
Coming through once again with Oakcity on my back
One time for the fam and I'm kicking
Got a love jones for your body and your skin tone
Girl, your kiss sweeter than a Toblerone
Smile bright like a gemstone
I had a good time writin this
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
fly
See the trees rush by
Be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
And don't you have a worry in the world
Words and Music by Jack Williams
habit Love tight blue jeans on a cute cowgirl
I got this honky-tonk habit I can't shake my Jones for Ernest and Merle
I used to drink a filth of jack
it down can't waste no time (can't waste no time)
When you by my side, is the only time, that you down to ride yeah
I'm fucked up girl my bad
Wait
This is calabasas sound my dawg
This is calabasas sound my dawg
Why do niggas jump inside a booth to be so dishonest
Every time I hear your shit it
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
and MC's roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I'd be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
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