Lyrics:
with a love for life
Won't be beaten and abused by
Men, she didn't choose.
She'll be marching and that change is gonna come.
They've called her Jack
the trees' leaves
Painting a scene for All Hallows’ Eve
Jack is born
Next to a man made of corn
I saw Jack sprout from a seed that bright, hopeful day
He grew
gender
And somehow come together to find
Solutions for a broken planet
We have the resources as a
Civilization to find a utopia
But we’re led by the most
just wanna take you home and facilitate it
Everybody looking at us like we really made it
Every night, we popping bottles like we celebrating
And my girl
wit our tongues
I was deceived, by every one
I can't be beat, I already won
My money stretches like it did a lunge
Yo only bag is the one for ya lunch
at the stars pink sweat suit's
Lapearla drawers girl I'm still trying
To find a flaw
By your side boy here I stand
If you're looking for a lover
Then baby here
tats let me see
That thing fat girl you looking like a snack
Like a white kit kat when that thing unwrapped
Let me eat it from the back
(Ooh you'll eat
discuss this when we're home
The chiller spine tingler
Make hairs in your body stand up
It's a Christmas jingler
What did I come for to feed the poor
others a chance
And for that, I'm so taken aback
Because you gave us all a voice, I have to say it for Jack
As a young black man seeing paper and crack
charge for the time
‘Cause I'm a jack of all tradesmen
And your place is craving renovation
Straight from the facias
Down into your basement
'fraid your
me
Black chicks white chicks and the lighties
On the stairs in the flats getting grimey
See a nigga in my hood looking icy
Quick jack move now
She was looking for love n I was just trying to link
She ain't prepared for the lifestyle or that pot in the sink
Ayo I met her on some random shit
words, "Send for the law," uh
Two words, Freeway, slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad
Red, white blue,
filtered
From black all the way through to white
Our sights are all set for the
Saturated gush of the divine
Take off through the black
Through the purple,
centipede, it's Dax!
My path's a lonely road, I walk alone
And I keep my eyes closed
I don't fuck wit' you broke hoes
I'd rather jack off inside my home
I can
vowed that he would stay by Jack until the bitter end
Jack had gambled everything he owned to leave this wondering life
He might have had a happy home
hatin' us
White girl, still for the low, and that keyshia cole from cali bro
Calico stay on my hip, so if a nigga trip then he gotta go
Ima trap nigga not
the old man: "You are right.
I won't gainsay it. God forbid, I won't even try".
They were still outside, surrounded by the white.
"She died a woman
thats
Money on your block
Thats them bread winners got them
Bitches by the flock
If you bout yo hustle I got beans
White and purple weed coke and dope
Bet
Jack you shit on the fence.
But the fence, the fence, is owned by America.
Sit on the fence, owned by America.
They make no pretence, it's owned by
Brother and Fly: locked up
So I downed the Bird that was still in my cup
Parked the G-ride, and I started to bail
'Cause my trip was to home, not
Jack Nick.
More rapid than the Celtics these Lakers they came
He screamed like a mad man and called them by name:
“Now Magic, now Worthy, now Scott,
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
me
Went to school everyday, and I still can't read
I count money like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the task force jack me
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