Lyrics:
(wooh!)
I’m Jack the lad
I’m , I’m Jack the lad
[VERSE 3]
This dude is a hoe
he is acting like he’s gonna blow while he’s got no show
and his papers are
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You
play your monopoly properly
Get out of jail free probably if you hit it right
You gotta be kidding me
Any MC's still living
It's only cause I ain't
dress
Give me the motive, they know I'ma show up
And feelin' me make 'em like you less
In this industry, all I see is pussies and
Dickheads like group sex
good, yeah, yeah
So good, this life I finally live
And feels so real
So real this freedom I finally feel
Show me the money
Money makes the world go
bother me, it don't bother me
When the shell casings get to droppin
(cop a gat) it don't bother me
It don't bother me (play for)
When the wolves come out
Think I’ll stop, you’re way off
Making change in the world that I wanna see
Real Recognize Real, Really Starts with Me
Unlock your mind this here’s
Jones
I abide by a specific energy
these spirits take you out like no memory
been privy to way too much treachery
these bitches keep on choosing like
before the sunrise
please put my name in lights
(Jones)
(Chorus)
All I got [all I got],
All I got [all I got],
Is My Scars
[Trying to get this paper]
And you cant match this no matchstick
No fire when I slap this nah
I said I remember cold nights on my jack jones
Sales on them back roads I trap loads
the rat race twirl of our computer guided world
He stands no chance of winning let alone to place or show
So lock him up
Throw away the key, boys
Mr. Jones
Before you flee's, may I buy you a drink please?
Class and I'll show you a glass
You can thug out in the corner with a flask
Watchin the cars pass me by
out to space
Selling ice cream when we are at the end
In a war between Heaven and Hell
"This is your fate, Mr jones, my dear!"
Said the Devil to dear Mr
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
again
And dream of when you're young
I can't remember how much longer it's been
Since the velvet calm of day
Yet maybe the tides will show me the way
show them boys throw my
Picture in the frame
Ain't gone be lame, a partna named Shane
Ima cause pain, Joe cuttin against the grain
Gone fade me up get
show them boys throw my
Picture in the frame
Ain't gone be lame, a partna named Shane
Ima cause pain, Joe cuttin against the grain
Gone fade me up get
weed
Or get wet up, fool, you better get up
And get yours from the TOP fuckin' with me
Smooth Jacks and Broke Backs and Kool Max
Some criminal contacts
hoping some kind of
Luck get passed your way
But it's me that's seeing
The green everywhere
This ain't Patrick's Day
But that's okay, cause you just
Schvartz
'Cause ven I get mad, believe it, Jack
Out from nowhere comes a maniac
A kick in the foot
A shot in the pants
I wouldn't give a second chance
giant of this shit
And I do way more, just twist the words
You better listen and observe, how I rip the verb
Niggas get the nerve to run up on me, but my
decides how you wanna act bro
And I don't care about wack songs and crack phones
Trainwrecked off a bit of Casey Jones
And I'm out at a show – yeah way far
and my newphew's picture
They say don't let this cruel world get ya, kinda suspicious
Swearin' one day you might leave me, for somebody that's richer
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... ?
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