Lyrics:
(Why would I) let a motherfucker take me for weak?
I never roll alone, roll the streets with the heat
When you worth that much can't lose it for
And for a time, i was in it on my jack jones
Act grown, man ah the house,
I was the backbone
I still had her coming down to get her back blown, slap,
funeral, Teacher threw all
Three of us into the portal one by one
It took three tries to get me which was
Weird because Anna and Jack Jordan went
Up with no
a hay field
After church a Sunday meal
Huggin' mama before I go
Flyin' down a back road
Up there in Des Moines
They knew my songs line by line
I just
influencin' fans
For other rappers we gon' ruin your plans
What we doin' stands as a motto
Like Grace Jones' nipple to the bottle
We pioneer and never
could never stand,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
Her mother she cold never stand,
And so a cyanide soup she planned.
The mother died with a spoon in her
Jack worm came to conquer this world
We all knew that was his intention
To strip the financial market to the bone
And he wouldn't make
Get Your Kicks
Written by Jack Swagger & Marcus Jones
I went down to the river honey, with a bottle of gin
I put my boots on, snakeskin
I came down,
C-Notes, turn a stripper to a singer, bet she never miss a note
Making top dollar, but I bet the bottom dollar, nigga never going broke
I ask, cause
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
can't help thinking about Cora Jones
Cora she was as sweet as an angel
She lived for 12 years on a Wisconsin farm
She liked to ride horses and dream by
head
Well, I said I'd meet your family. I knew there had to be a catch. (x2)
They strung me up at the reunion like a scarecrow in a jack
me and Nina, know we riding by ourself
Pass again, I might just flip a nigga whip
Pass again, I might just flip a nigga whip
Pass again, I might just
Satchel Paige
I ain't never changing
Stuck in my ways gotta pardon me I'm aging
I'm Peter Parker amazing
I'm so rare they stare like I'm a unicorn
I get it
the stars
Now the light I'm running toward
At the bottom of the barrel, I was like the rotten apple
And I never graduated, no gown, no cap and a tassel
(I'm just tryin' to get it 'fore I go) (Huh, nigga, what?)
Always live the street life,
Never knew how to treat life
Knew once I get my shit right,
you wan' it
First these hoes don't wan't it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
You live in the moment
hit this 3 stair, Imma make a million by this time next year
Book a ticket to Brazil by the time next year
Sipping Jones soda, boy that life is
holding the handgun
She was giving birth
To a baby boy to be just like you
I I wonder what's that worth
I I wonder if you ever knew that you
Was a role
Blade on my wrists like I pray the triple 6
She don't really know me but she wanna triple X
Whippin' on these hoes like I'm Indiana Jones
I'm never
knew are betrayers, ah ah
So many people have written me off
I hate to say it some of them are my own blood
I know they thought that I would never make
'92 Cadillac Deville
I never drove it yeah yeah
Use to post up at the store
Before they closed it
Wasn't rich
But we was keeping up with the Jones
Painting my feelings
Don't paint me as villain
I wear the weight, no cape on my back
I'm ready, able, and willing
For any dealings, Aces, Jacks
Deal
of 'Lacs
Get it crackin like Cracker Jacks
Whats crackalackin
They pistol packing under the zipper jackets
And it's tragic, bodies dropping like bad habits
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