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the world die by the creator

So don't listen to their cheats and curses
Stick it up your ass
If you think I'm gonna pass

We're black on black, detonate

Pour me up some Jack and coke or better yet some Hennessy
And that hoe she wanna finish me
Make a song rapping, I'm who all these bitches wanna be
Fuck

wood
Facts
Yu know how we Bummin my nigga
This big ass 4.0 damn near shootin thru anything
Get fried like uh chicken ring bullets go thru his spleen
Make

a wraith
Look, I want an estate
Big ass closet
Add in a safe
With an AR right by my chase
So if a nigga try, I shoot off his face
But never the case, I'm

right hmm
(Anntt)
Yeah
Yeah
They stay talking smack
But I’m not talking back
They all so whack
And I’m a king of jacks
I got a queen in fact
I go by Mack

snatch up all ya racks
We the new Rat Pack an we shoot up all ya rats
Pack that fucking Big Mac, make you jump like jumping jacks
Cuz yo ass is big wack

snatch up all ya racks
We the new Rat Pack an we shoot up all ya rats
Pack that fucking Big Mac, make you jump like jumping jacks
Cuz yo ass is big wack

That cat that never puts shit in
But want residuals
Shady ass self serving individuals 
Beware 
Haters never play fair 
There's somebody out there
Tryna

to do
Wasting all your bucks on your trash ass booze
Like you love to lose
You ain't talking your way out the stank up on your breath
You got vodka

(Nah)
Escobar up on this track with Jack
That’s Birdy to you he might get your ass clapped
For the sack for the bag and we run up with the Mac
And we

pull out my 44 and bust ya

Yo babe, no time for fakin' jacks
'Cause niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs
The streets is real can't roll without

At by Jaleel Jackson
Naw, naw Ricky Mel where your ass was at,  
You tried to use material but it was attention that I lacked,
Plus you're too

Jack and Coke in a Solo cup
And it's Friday night so you know I'm gone
I'm drunk as fuck and I'm high as shit
Z-71 Sky Jacker lift
We in the sticks past

flavor
But I didn't jumped them Printers Alley
Won't you do me a favor
Take a handle of Jack and get
Loose down on Second Avenue
Slap a chick on the ass

the world die by the creator

So don't listen to their cheats and curses
Stick it up your ass
If you think I'm gonna pass

We're black on black, detonate

So ugly and unknown 
It's so lonely on this thrown 
Sipping on this jack man my mind is so far gone 
Feeling like I'm jack, and I'm sinking down

whole gang gone, just call it quick maths
Before corona , we been had a mask
Go get you a kill and get off your ass
Pop out the cut like Jack in the box

Fe fi fo fum um
Who the fuck dare to try me
How you jack my style but couldn't get the beans like me
I think I smell the blood of a bum who did me

Mayday[00:13.58]There were snakes in the grass in the garden of Eden[00:15.21]So I can't be surprised by the treason[00:16.63]We not going back

God damn
When it rains it pours
Gentleman Jack on my brand new floors
Passed out cold woke up in a blur
Dreamt I was living in the Simpsons world

Eatin' real good, gott'em mixing the hook up
Speakin' on bleed, will have they ass shook up

Say you want problems, tell them come push up
Wish I could,

down Depression is riding my ass
Enough to be cutting the grass Enough to be keeping me sad
Enough to be sharp as a knife and it's bad Remember those

should be 38"
'Cause you look like a monkey
A jack-ass junkie
Your thighs too fat, and your hips too chunky

She's a Skag she's a Skag

She's a Skag

'bout
Up in NY blowin' the pack down
Drink in my system I'm finna act out
Crae hit my jack, told me it's time to go ball
I feel like Jerry Stackhouse