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and then pass it me I pump then let it fly
When smoking pass it left to get us right, to get us by
On my Jack shit I quit drinking
But you know we still get

a guarantee
You gon be dead and gone fuckin' with DON CHiLLEONE

In a city where the good die young
Savages that occupy their waist with a gun, smoke weed by

Fairy
Damn life's scary
All of the problems I could do without
I wish I was able to sit back and pout
No matter the phase I wont leave it doubt
I'm

on by the thinnest piece of rope
Praying that I don't slip
The ones around me quick to say get a grip if ever I trip
I put my trust in them
Know I got way

a backup chain I call it Jarret Jack
I like to wear the thing no matter where I'm at
Only upgrade if my life can match
Growin' up I even wore to class
I was

the art, with passion for the beat
Rhyming from the heart, scratching like a beast
Digging for new loops and jack 'em like a thief
Bigging up this music

of the city bitch You know I'm pres
Alls my life had to fight
Never had shit just a dollar and a Mic
From the land of the damned had to dirty up the sprite
Ive

a new girl

Ex factor is who's fertile jumping jack over a hurdle 
Rapidly emptying shells like a turtle on the beach 
Sending lost souls to the dark

than that
The tip of this iceberg ain’t peaking, in fact
I’m reaching for Jack, like, hmm
Damn Daniel
Why do I see all of yo white people successful from

paint you like a canvas
I won't never stop grinding 'til
My mama in that mansion
All he wanna do is jack sons like he Janet
And never sit up on your
Ass,

Springsteen's past, I'm next in line
I'm The Boss
I'm making money 'cause I'm cooler
Than the kid Jack Frost
Getting girlies in gear
When I'm kicking my rhyme i'm

They said I wasn’t built for this shit
All this talkin' man they ain’t sayin nuttin' come on

Ink smeared by my tears on the pages writin' my way out (Oh

I know how it feels to be walking In the fucking rain
People saying suck it up cause they Don't feel your fucking pain
Thinking I might take my life

Nigga stack or starve then
You pillow talkin'
Got them bitches in your ear though
I ain't bothered by it
Man I'm balling like I'm Rondo
Life's a bitch,

on the play now I'm feeling good
AMG in the front that's priceless
Ambients inside so vibrant
2 years ima live life the flyest
Penthouse in the sky gotta buzz

that weed, pop them xans and get out there and get it bruv
You fucking dumb? Let's go Jack"

Im a motherfucking scumbag
Bet your mum's glad
Thats im gone

guess we related
Cause I'm the most slept on and the most hated
Hated, hated by people with no hustle
Staring at me in the club like I won't bust you
In

as the thoughts in my head 
A world of zombies on your screen who's just emotionally dead 
Been scared from life it's hard to try when there's no hope at the end

why he had to go fuck his sis
When you're living life gotta pick and choose theres a line right by your shoes
The only problem I got now is which

with a bad boy
End up dead on the kerb that's sad
Killed by a boy that thinks he's bad
And his bad boy friend didn't wanna do jack
One shot at life
Not

takin’ off her clothes
Caught me by surprise then passed her to the bros
Time to say goodbye, I guess I move too slow
Cookin up the sticks, whippin up

neck scratched, to catch flack
Sweat jackets and dress slacks, mismatched
On his breath's Jack, he's a sex addict
And she just wants to exact revenge

on some night moves like Bob Seger
High on life, right here and now
Just a little bit more than the law will allow
Marchin' to the beat of my own drum
Got

at jack with the finger ring
Killin the youth like im bangarang
Firing synapses at 2 like im marshall the martian 
Shade money, I'm Eminayne
Danny brown