Jack's Idle Hands
I been up, for a hundred days, running through the maze
Made a Fucking hundred plays
I been, I been, I been, I been
I been up for a hundred days, running through the maze
I ain't really fucking fazed
Crawled up, dug right up out my Grave
Rap don't work we motherfucking rob shit
You ain't got to don't worry, cause we all know you ain't got shit
Problem when we on, even worse when we Off shit
Bloaw bloaw bloaw, from the window when we pop shit
Talk for me when I'm pissed
Talk bout it but you ain't know what it is
Fuck with me? going to really wish he didn't
Hard when I pull your shit apart and break it wit my fists
Bully on his shit
I been running through the sticks
Might just pull up on your steps
I been dead, but I ain't rest
Boy I think you know what's next
Fuck with me, we don't fuck round
Smith and Wesson gonna leave them slumped, better Duck Down
Never had shit boy, ill Never get enough now
Took a lil break sorry for the wait, We up now
Breathe smoke die slow, y'all sleeping
Put a hole in anything won't fuck for the species
Death to the leaches, Oil on the beaches
Might not like it, but know y'all need us
I am the heart That just kept fucking beating
Sometimes it's hard for these lungs to keep breathing
Jacks Idle Hands just asking for a reason
Cause they going to start squeezing and kill these demons
Oil on the waves
Blood on the plate
I'm not here to save ya
I'm not here to Savior
Bully on his shit
I been running through the sticks
Might just pull up on your steps
I been dead, but I ain't rest
Boy I think you know what's next
Made a Fucking hundred plays
I been, I been, I been, I been
I been up for a hundred days, running through the maze
I ain't really fucking fazed
Crawled up, dug right up out my Grave
Rap don't work we motherfucking rob shit
You ain't got to don't worry, cause we all know you ain't got shit
Problem when we on, even worse when we Off shit
Bloaw bloaw bloaw, from the window when we pop shit
Talk for me when I'm pissed
Talk bout it but you ain't know what it is
Fuck with me? going to really wish he didn't
Hard when I pull your shit apart and break it wit my fists
Bully on his shit
I been running through the sticks
Might just pull up on your steps
I been dead, but I ain't rest
Boy I think you know what's next
Fuck with me, we don't fuck round
Smith and Wesson gonna leave them slumped, better Duck Down
Never had shit boy, ill Never get enough now
Took a lil break sorry for the wait, We up now
Breathe smoke die slow, y'all sleeping
Put a hole in anything won't fuck for the species
Death to the leaches, Oil on the beaches
Might not like it, but know y'all need us
I am the heart That just kept fucking beating
Sometimes it's hard for these lungs to keep breathing
Jacks Idle Hands just asking for a reason
Cause they going to start squeezing and kill these demons
Oil on the waves
Blood on the plate
I'm not here to save ya
I'm not here to Savior
Bully on his shit
I been running through the sticks
Might just pull up on your steps
I been dead, but I ain't rest
Boy I think you know what's next
Credits
Writer(s): Choirboy Dank
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