| Pushin' drugs in a slower state, but we city slickers
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| Mob, I don’t gotta act hard 'cause I’ll really kill you
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| Then I vacate, UK, taking all my niggas
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| Getting face from your dream date, you fall hard for women
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| Ban hammers in the place, let 'em know we not pretending
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| If you see me pull it from my waist, it’s 'cause I shot you with it
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| I rob you, nigga, hit your safe and bought lobster with it
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| Dropped 'em in a saltwater tank same place I live at
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| Me and Face 'bout to break in a new trizzap
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| It’s not safe, but it’s nice where our kids live at
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| Every rapper wack, you a fag, you don’t dig the track
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| All my niggas big music biz like they miss the Jack
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| We really out our mind
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| We gettin' shine 'cause it’s killers with me every time
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| But women love our life
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| Mob 'cause I never had a nine-to-five
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| Guess what? |
| I never worked a day
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| Wanna be like Jack, you gotta work your way
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| 'Cause it’ll never work no other way
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| Twenty songs a night, eyes wide cause I’m using yay
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| California back, step up your rap 'cause you’re usin' it
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| Said that, got dope, thank God, they were losing me
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| What you waiting for? |
| More shots than an open bar
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| Coke in the spot, more chops than the grocery store
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| 'Member no pops, young Jack, pressure on mom’s back
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| Once I come around, niggas wonder where they shine went
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| Should be out here living, but a sentence where the time went
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| Dopest rapper living, no writtens, but it’s timeless
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| Don’t hold back or let 'em say it ain’t your time yet
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| Thoughts like a giant, I ain’t runnin' out of rhymes yet
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| Jack is a giant step for mankind
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| They laugh at respect, but I demand mine
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| We really out our mind
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| We gettin' shine 'cause it’s killers with me every time
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| But women love our life
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| Mob 'cause I never had a nine-to-five
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| We really out our mind
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| We gettin' shine 'cause it’s killers with me every time
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| But women love our life
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| Mob 'cause I never had a nine-to-five |