Jack Doe

Just call me Jack Doe and all you need to know is I'm a cold trapper
A known factor no actor like these hoe rappers
A hoe snatcher taught ya bitch to count tha doe faster
Broke on that bitch and didn't even smash on that hoe ask her
Ya boy be politicking with gangsta's like politicians
If you ain't talking money nigga miss me with that gossip pimpin'
Stay on my greezy like I still ain't got a pot to piss in
Like Jeezy said it's trap or die that's the block religion
Fuck all that wishing If I want It I'm a mash for it
And dropping cash for it these hoes know I'm quick to ask or it
If I could press rewind I'd still live fast forward
Pedal to the medal with triple digit's on the dash board
Real stoner shit I stay higher than a backboard
Left the strap at home bust a (U) and double back for it
If she ain't hoeing I'm a let my niggas back door it
Don't like wholesaling so when I do I'm a tax for it

I be cooler than a Eskimo that's even when I check a hoe
Used to be like Ray Rice now I rather let em go
It's still a choosing fee to fuck with me I gotta let em know
Spotting hoes a mile away you'll think I had a telescope
You on that misdemeanor shit my niggas going federal
I'm making chess moves suckers still think it's checkers tho
Mossberg a transform a sucker to a vegetable
Keep the shooting amongst the shooters and promise no one will ever know
Bitch I ain't money but you can join the money team
Come be the freshest on the scene with a Kountry King
Real eighty's baby I was born in crack era
Idolizing gangsta's as a youth just made me trap better
I really listen all they used to say was stack ya cheddar
And put way for a rainy day cause nothing last forever
No (I) in team so let's stay linked and get this shit together
They intervene it's only right that we blast together

It's Jack Doe if you don't know me you don't need to
Would've stayed in school but they don't teach you like the streets do
Bitch say she looking for some money I say me too
I'll never be ya sugar daddy I never had a sweet tooth
All I know is stick to the hustle the daily struggle nigga
I'm just trying to fill up this duffel and make it double nigga
Bounce around the bubble then It's back to the block
Like where the mail man I'm waiting for a package to drop
I stick and move and stick to the rules that's just what I'm sticking to
Suckas always plotting so why you think I keep a stick or two
Smoking on a stogey bumping oldies while I clean my guns
Time to switch up tha game I'm just tryna clean my one's
Invest in realer state stock up on stock and bonds
Elevate tha hustle time to stop settling fa crumbs
Fuck all that petty shit time so get it tha legal way
It's too much money to be made I'm just tryna lead tha way



Credits
Writer(s): Tramel Jones
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