Lyrics:
TVs in the crib look like a sports bar
Too deep with the flow you need a sonar
Best cover art my albums hanging next to Warhols
Jay to the letter
smokin but I'm
Tryin to keep my poise
But if my momma tell me some'n
Missin from her jewelry box
I'ma probably be trapped by my
Peers in a jewelry box
I
the way
I'm the truth by the way
Every verse i ever spat
That's the proof by the way
To the ladies that I left
I'm doing cool by the way
You can cry me
and the diamonds are black
Jack me now you don't wanna do that
It's the return of the man
I'm still alive just like 2pac
Girls in the front row girls in the back
allowed to use a minor key on this album
Okay let's do it
Until you go and pop the hood
And realize everything's amiss
Because the light of all my summers
though both my lungs are on low oxygen,
Ya get me?
Nah, I don't really think you get me lad.
Oi Denno I'ma show all these rappers why I'm their second
The summer vibe (Yeah)
We summer vibin’
Written By: Tabyas Jones
to credibility
Hundred proof the vocal booth, a moonshine distillery
Jack you like Daniels, hourglass sand granules
Hand-to-hand combat, man killed by animal
will make ya call me jack the ripper
And then I'll crack yo back like a flower seed
Punch you in the back of ya head and make ya eyes bleed
Dre dog won't
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... ?
in check bro
Barely on my jack jones
Im with jack so we're getting to the bank roll
Bank roll
You could pass by, see me through the window
them pounds
If a nigga in the way then I mowin em down
I ain't talkin jack jones but I'm bringing them rounds
You be poppin all these drugs just
I wanna thank y'all for supporting Juice Music Group
And this new album called Society's Genius by Juice Jones
I was poverty's fool
But now I'ma give
Cleaning down the teeth for the stick I let the miswack
Bro there no bring backs,
Play your cards right cah I’ll red jacks on my jack jones,
No time for you
the bitches on my dick
Cause I shine and they see me glow
Bitches wanna give me ass cause the
See me on the TV show
Man just wait until my album drop
I'ma have
really though
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't know when I'm droppin' no album
Compulsive the motherfuckin' EP, we
On this type shit, you dig?
to rappin' and actin'
And try to make it a habit but tricks ain't for silly rabbits
Flawless style will make you shake
Girls cry me a river like Timberlake
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
know somebody who does
It's prob'ly one of your cousins or dude up the block
Dropped a couple of albums or moved up a notch
Swallow it up or I don't
Ey you know what time it is, right, hahahaha
Khaligraph Jones, hey Dax what's good
You ready?
Big shout out to Vinc on the beat btw
Let's get 'em
the wrong thing about me
Your career is something that you can say goodbye, bye, bye to
How's your album doing? Mine flew
This time around I'm doing what
never do mention it
Kaleidoscope all in my head
I'm gong through mental fits
Keeping up with all the jones'
I'm tired of measuring
Want me to be like
reppin, beat them down if you head me
[Chorus]
I done seen some brighter days
I done seen a lotta hate
My album hit a 100,000 now shit been goin my
means
It all seams like the artforms dying
If my album flops props me all for trying
I went all in invested it all gave it my best shot
If I make it
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