Hungry Jack
(Jack is producing bangers)
Yeah, I know they wanna see me silent and subdued (Shh)
Like I was just some dude
You know I got the chops like Kung Fu (Yeah)
Hit 'em with the one, two
Whenever I come through
The damage has been done that you cannot undo
I'm constantly (What)
On the hunt for pleasure up in my brain
But I've come to realize, you can't feel the pleasure with no pain
Fuck with me, I might just take it too far (Too far)
I want my slice of the pie, make it strawberry rhubarb
I go above and beyond, not tryna make do (Nah)
Yeah, I get so high, I need a spacesuit
Every time I reach another level, they get sour like a grapefruit
I hang loose (Uh huh)
As if I really give a fuck what they do (No)
I made this beat so I'd have something I can rap on
Not something I can cap on (No cap)
Everything you're telling me, I don't believe it at all
I've heard it before
I'm not concerned anymore
And now I'm certainly sure, yeah (Uh huh)
I'm going at it head first like a baptism (Whoo)
They ain't ever keeping up with Jack's rhythm (Yeah, yeah)
Push it to the maximum
Highs and lows, you really gotta balance 'em
Any problems in my life, I tackle 'em, yeah (Take 'em down)
Just wait until the pendulum swings
If I see opportunity, there ain't no hesitating
I jump up on it (Jump, jump)
I win, then I'm celebrating
It's pretty clear what's happening so I don't question a thing, for real
I don't
Listen
Like it's sure-fire
Anytime I get up on the mic, you know it's pure fire (Fire)
Blazing through the city, red hot, burning gas like a Hummer limo
Basking in it, rolling up the window (Yeah)
Cause I want all the smoke (Smoke)
I want 'em all provoked
Jumping in this bitch
Like Geronimo
I work so hard, I know
I need a vacation
That's why I'm getting as high as the International Space Station
My pockets used to be flat as pancakes
That was making me a hungry Jack (It did)
Then I pivoted and started down another path
And now I'm running out of room for all my fucking racks
Beast mode is activated (Yeah)
Resources allocated
Pleased with the screen when I read what my balance saying
I guess I really struck a chord
Cause when I'm rapping you can tell that I can feel it to my fucking core
Yeah, I know they wanna see me silent and subdued (Shh)
Like I was just some dude
You know I got the chops like Kung Fu (Yeah)
Hit 'em with the one, two
Whenever I come through
The damage has been done that you cannot undo
I'm constantly (What)
On the hunt for pleasure up in my brain
But I've come to realize, you can't feel the pleasure with no pain
Fuck with me, I might just take it too far (Too far)
I want my slice of the pie, make it strawberry rhubarb
I go above and beyond, not tryna make do (Nah)
Yeah, I get so high, I need a spacesuit
Every time I reach another level, they get sour like a grapefruit
I hang loose (Uh huh)
As if I really give a fuck what they do (No)
I made this beat so I'd have something I can rap on
Not something I can cap on (No cap)
Everything you're telling me, I don't believe it at all
I've heard it before
I'm not concerned anymore
And now I'm certainly sure, yeah (Uh huh)
I'm going at it head first like a baptism (Whoo)
They ain't ever keeping up with Jack's rhythm (Yeah, yeah)
Push it to the maximum
Highs and lows, you really gotta balance 'em
Any problems in my life, I tackle 'em, yeah (Take 'em down)
Just wait until the pendulum swings
If I see opportunity, there ain't no hesitating
I jump up on it (Jump, jump)
I win, then I'm celebrating
It's pretty clear what's happening so I don't question a thing, for real
I don't
Listen
Like it's sure-fire
Anytime I get up on the mic, you know it's pure fire (Fire)
Blazing through the city, red hot, burning gas like a Hummer limo
Basking in it, rolling up the window (Yeah)
Cause I want all the smoke (Smoke)
I want 'em all provoked
Jumping in this bitch
Like Geronimo
I work so hard, I know
I need a vacation
That's why I'm getting as high as the International Space Station
My pockets used to be flat as pancakes
That was making me a hungry Jack (It did)
Then I pivoted and started down another path
And now I'm running out of room for all my fucking racks
Beast mode is activated (Yeah)
Resources allocated
Pleased with the screen when I read what my balance saying
I guess I really struck a chord
Cause when I'm rapping you can tell that I can feel it to my fucking core
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Previte
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