| I put in the work all day
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| Yeah I’m the guy who said that
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| Mind how you speak on my name
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| 'Cause I’ve got more tunes for your rasclat headback
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| In my pocket’s a jetpack
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| I’m dressed in jet black
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| I hope you eediats get that
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| Send a man up to the sky like a rocket
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| Now man’s nothing but dirt and ashes
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| Man thought he could laugh and mock it
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| Stash box where the mash and cash is
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| Ring that, you’ll see nothing but flashes
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| All I hear is nothing but gas
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| Phonebook’s nothing but crooks and gashes
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| Rudeboy that’s not sauce, why you forcing it?
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| It’s the return of the Jedi
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| My yout' that’s not beef, it’s got horse in it
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| The new wap came with teeth, don’t give me a call for it
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| I’m up late like a fox is
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| Busting up bags and boxes
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| Pure wins, couple losses
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| That’s how the life of a boss is
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| The life of a made man
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| Growing up in the hood made man
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| These ugly streets paid man
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| And if a man come round me talking shit
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| I’d make like a barber and fade man
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| Sideman ting, na you ain’t the main
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| Badman ting, na we ain’t the same
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| Don’t fuck about blud, this ain’t a…
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| I said don’t fuck about blud, this ain’t a game
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| Stay in your lane, man’s breezing
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| Apply some pressure and squeeze him
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| Put him on ice and freeze him
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| Bad mind, niggas don’t wanna see me up
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| Fuck them any way, bare tings free up
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| Man can’t fuck with my plug or re-up
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| Try fuck with my state or status
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| Then you’ll see crazy apparatus
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| Your name must be Jacob’s
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| You must be crackers
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| 'Cause you will get shaken like maracas
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| I know 'bout the trapping
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| I know 'bout the whipping
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| Gymnastics ting, I know 'bout the flipping
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| I know the wappers, I know the dippers
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| And I also know that 'nough of you pussy’oles are some fibbers
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| Yeah, I drop it off
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| Straight there, no stopping off
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| Popular now it’s popping off
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| Let a chart-topping sort top me off
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| Hoes pussy-pop for attention
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| Pussy-popping up in my mentions
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| Non-stop popping Adderall
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| Like a nigga always in detention
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| Mask on face 'cause they say man’s sick
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| Dunno what to say when they hear man spit
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| Push up their face like it smells of shit
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| Talking slick
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| End up with a walking stick
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| Fake — you don’t walk with a stick
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| I’m in your chick’s crib with my dick out
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| More chicks than you can shake a stick at
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| Whipping that yam like Aunty
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| Couple of gram plus Arm & Hammer
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| Two in my hand and a dark bandanna
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| I got it if you’re looking, meet me in the manor
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| Win the rat race, you’re still a rat
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| More than one way to skin a cat
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| White cats skinning up in his flat
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| Niggas stay talking all this crap
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| But they’ve never held a strap
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| Niggas stay talking all this trap
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| Don’t fall for it, it’s a trap
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| Parked by a tree covered in sap
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| Ticket warden tried it, hold a slap
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| Slipping if you think man are slack
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| They ain’t original, it’s a fact
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| I’m with King Original he’s got my back
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| Try perform then man’ll clap
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| Brain dead, Dead Team, that is that |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Restless Jack, artist - Footsie. Album song Footsie 'No Favours', in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп