Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack
The reality is i don't know jack
I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat
If it's me that catch you, you're fried
Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat
A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,
Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling
And she would do anything for everything
Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack
Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back
Chat up your lookin off your knee pad
But failure's not an option, jack
Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back
You gotta new pack of new crack, stop acting o.g you only new jack
Bitch you should see my wallet
"im not saying jack shit"
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