Lyrics:
stuff all look the same
I don't need a Joey Neckbone puttin his artwork on my CD
Drawin Apple Jacks and Honeycomb with me sittin on the throne
No I'm
father
Cause anything you lacking thats my fault, I'm sposed to be there to solve your problems
Damn it got me feeling guilty looking thru your albums
I
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
a miracle for me
The master makes the rules
And the master plays the fools
An ordinary voice in a silent harmony
Look at the Jones, they ain't sad
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
owners I just mentioned. Ceasar later married a slave girl by the name of Peggy Jones. My great, great, etc. grandmother. To this union, the following
a couple of rivals
I been on a new wave my music on Tidal whoa
Check the irony
Walk in the room niggas is eyeing me
Jack my vibe this shit is piracy
Matte
but we merely had sex to exercise
On my Jack Jones in the city I call home
No Jill to fill me with guilt
Eggshells cracked and spilt
Food wasted no
respect" -> Nas
"Acknowledge the rep" -> Nas
"Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display" -> Guru
And believe me, I ain't forget about him, naw
I'm known for flipping and smacking it up
Letting you know
If you let me get a hold her ain't gonna let go
Baby girl got me losing control
By
they can't fuck with me
Ran up the score, check the board, dawg
We up fifty (We up fifty)
All that ho shit you pulled? Stuck with me
Made a hundred by
On the top flo is where I wanna be like Don Jones
Get me my big break
Smoke every rapper in the booth like I'm takin a cig break
To go to war with my mind you
of line, Cam betting the house on me
You know I ain't stopping yet
You know my album ain't done, it ain't dropping yet
I'm in the mist of a bidding war
now (out of control) Ima start tellin you niggas like I
Tell my bitches (listen) don't watch me watch T.V. this is Pay Per View nigga you gotta pay for
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
missing you and how you Used to hold me tight
I'm just missing you and all the Things we used to do
And now I'm wishing you were by My side
And I know
sleepin' on the floor with an appetite
Me and my sister awake to buckshots and flashin' lights
My father been in jail half his life
Became a black
worth it
Once I reach my goal
I'm gon continue working
You about to see the industry
Shocked by one person
You with me or nah?
I'm on a roll
Do yo part
Damn Leak you tripping on this bitch, you hear me
Okay Jones
Can you turn this up?
My foot on the gas I'm in route to that pape
Say the south where
harder to play me
Than to fiddle backwards
Don't act like you knew my tactics
Cause when it hit's the fan
You know I stand last
I see through your true
on the road
Still be trappin packs by the p never by the o
Bro be steady strapped w the heat he gon let it go
They gon jack it cause my tracks they heat but
wanted, then you
Act like you don't know me, ayy
Ayy got a global number one with
"Call Me By Your Name"
Bah, you lil nas local
Y'all do local things
They
Is that right?
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, it upsets me to hear a World Class Wreckin' Crew
"Homosexual" disrespect some real soldiers
[Too Black
[Chorus:Repeat x4]
Can you kick it like I kick it when I kick this,
Can I get a witness? (Yes you can!)
New jacks better back up, before they
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