Lyrics:
ball, paper dolls
Hacky sack and hangman
Tag you're IT, cops and robbers
Jungle gym, chutes and ladders
Tic tac toe, Mister Rogers
Marco Polo, London
My skin's blazin' through and my clothes in tatters
And the railroad look like a "why" up the hill of ladders
One shoe fell on the gravel
One
My skin's blazin' through and my clothes in tatters
And the railroad look like a "why" up the hill of ladders
One shoe fell on the gravel
One
empty
Jack and I jerk till my d*** is empty
You wasn’t there when we hit that Lick suck in such found a Glock in he sold the sh**
Saw Pain in his eyes
a lie to abide to your fantasy
Pissed that I'm winning, oh boy, what a travesty
Fame is a ladder, I'm climbing it rapidly
This is my dream, it ain't come
empty
Jack and I jerk till my dick is empty
You wasn’t there when we hit that Lick suck in such found a Glock in he sold the shit
Saw Pain in his eyes
Ima pull up with the stick just like the lumber jack
Nigga say he wanna kill me I ain’t seen it yet
Fuck some nike Got on Polo but I’m bout a check
summertime
Get mine I walk the line
Early on hard knocks selling dope for a minute
Climbing the ladder 'cause if you've heard then I've seen it
Better
rocking basses, sounding phat
Swift the breast, lungs getting strung out, chasten the jack
Mix a record with a Mozenraff, hung up on the tracks
Erasure max,
through on a daily
You just gotta move on and you just have to face emm
Solving the problem will never erase it
They goin Jack all your flows but they'll
like black noir
Jacks wars, I roll with them plasters
Bring the storm like these troopers steady ready with blasters
Step through like a pencil shits
Night cap it had the jack and coke, I had the Coors, had a margarita on the rocks, we got the pours
I don’t need another reason I be bored
And I
Hit a job, or hit a lick
I would prolly grab the ladder if I didn't run my shit
Got a pick with a nail, and a pic with a rig, so
It's seven-ten,
ladder sticking out
They playing both sides
Time to pull the whistles out
Fast brakes with the jacks, hitting In-N-Out
Thirty-two hunnid dollar fit
Had
a hole in one every
Motherfuckin' time I shoot
You vers' me forever is a lose-lose
Leave you battered and bruised
Jack-jack-jackballin' in shoes
In cold
I'm a Jack you
Lay Dat Nigga
You know I'm a shooter
Every time I up my blick these niggas get hit y'all know how I do it
Always chasing a bag and a body
of the blue
Sounds from the south east two
Jack or JC from the blue
Puff on my zoot green is my number
On the corner like muller turn your day duller
Jump off
Oooh baby
Been playing this game over and over
And I'm so tired of always ending a loser
Climbing up ladders to get stronger
And snakes drag me
That's why I keep my brothers close, because we can't lose
That's why you party, party, to the shit we make, boo
A jack of all trades, there's nothin' that
if they best
Magnum to their chest, they could piss me
It won't matter what they said
They just rhyme, I just climb on the ladder to success
Catch 'em ridin' on them thangs, make them bitches jack it up
Hear they got that pot it man, make them bitches bag it up
Finally got that money, man,
Catch 'em ridin' on them thangs, make them bitches jack it up
Hear they got that pot it man, make them bitches bag it up
Finally got that money, man,
Choice
If the crowd doesn't recognize your voice
So new jacks feel the sad truth the proof
Now you can have the best beat and the illest flow
A dope crew
(Lord Infamous da Scarecrow)
That power can change a lot of these niggas
They step on a lot of toes,up that way up the ladder
But they don't,they
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