Lyrics:
reflection
You will see a reflection of perfection
Jack Johnson of hip hop
Cause lyrically I can exceed every expectation
Words so clear but you need glasses
of y'all jack
Some of y'all never paid me back
Some of y'all betrayed me bad
Go, go, go get the bag
Know you really want it bad
You about to make me mad
You
a passport for my brain, my mind travels
You don't know who's a snake 'til after they attack you
How do you identify 'em not all snakes rattle
Savages on DVD's
the money won’t fold
We did murder at night, it could never be told
My car too expensive, could never be towed
Not spending my money, I can’t go back broke
gone persue em
He start he finish
Niggas change act like he never knew em
He hopped straight in the game
Spitting flame
Making niggas know his name
Every
saying's for greed
Then I ain't even what they're trying to feed
My appetite for destruction
You guys know who I'm talkin' to
The appetite is
the greatest, you just the latest,
I'm loved by your grand mama, and your baby
[Chorus]
See my head is so big they call me jack in the box,
You can't
the building These bitches tryna feel me See niggas They envy I know they wanna kill me I came a long way from the jack and the stealing Took me some time to get
real shit never listened less bay bay said OG bobby Johnson like the ray ray kid how you claim you broke the bitch if she aint break no bread Money
on Monroe, with no Kennedy (Leaders you know?)
Just follow these rhythms endlessly
The second time I got called nigga
It was online by this kid that was in my
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
as I gain feelings or even meet somebody
I know a couple situations happened recently
Where people turned their back and had the decency
To make me out
better back the fuck back before I fuck you up
This that Hip Hop shit
This is that Smack DVD's not no Tik Tok shit
This that black timb boots ain't no flip
action
Uh yeah stay by myself cause these niggas be lame
I know that these pussy niggas gone hate
I told my momma that I'm gone be great
Drip is the real,
won
A cold soul melted by the heat of rising suns
I'm a jack of all trades but a master of none
Can't save face so I think I'll cut my losses and run
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
saying's for greed
Then I ain't even what they're trying to feed
My appetite for destruction
You guys know who I'm talkin' to
The appetite is
and chains
I'd rather focus on the game, we yoga flame
You lemon lame Jack Johnson a crying shame
But as I grow, I know the people will follow
You know
Hit it for the south side
Hit it for the trap
Boutta hit a stang
BOAT Gang on the track
Puffing like a train
Both lanes with the Jag
I ain't never
Decapitate the idea of you
Now ya brodies is gangless
Jis as if you never existed
Demon cousin really on some bitch shit
Refer to SBZ as a nutty ass gang
Kid
and be your funeral
(Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through
Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you
Ha, cause you will
so, how much you'll never know
'Cause you took your dope away from me
Damn, now what was I to do?
She's cryin' over me and she was feelin' blue
I
so, how much you'll never know
'Cause you took your dope away from me
Damn, now what was I to do?
She's cryin' over me and she was feelin' blue
I
fam, I ain't keeping a promise
What do you expect from a kid who's in college
Yeah, I got a lotta credit so you know Imma charge
New rims, DVD's, lava
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