Jackpot

I'm feeling like I hit the jackpot
Smoking on some platinum, feelin like I hit the crack rock
Find me creeping round the Pine Barrens like Im Sasquatch
Boy you just a mascot, go and take ya mask off
Now why ya had to get the masqatch
I could put ya head up on ya shelf like its a matchbox
I could you put you next to Ben Frank up in my stash spot
This the Diary of Anne Frank its in my laptop, holdup

I could break a padlock, I could make ya bed rock
Might just show up to my wedlock in some Deadstocks
Same kid who was in special ed is in the spec-ops
Doing the same shit he used to do up on the Xbox
Used to play with pencils now he really make the led pop
So every time you see the red dot its a head-shot
Told them pussies I don't give a fuck this ain't no sex shop
I'll resurrect Ted Bundy just to give yo son a ted talk
Just get me the fuck up outta here, all of my lungs up outta air
Head wrapped up like a Taliban, yeah I'ma South Jerz cavalier
Tell em put on they battle gear, your bitch looking she a half a man
I wouldn't even let my shadow near, get a brand new life from Apple care, cause me

I'm feeling like I hit the jackpot
Smoking on some platinum, feelin like I hit the crack rock
Find me creeping round the Pine Barrens like Im Sasquatch
Boy you just a mascot, go and take ya mask off
Now why ya had to get the masqatch
I could put ya head up on ya shelf like its a matchbox
I could you put you next to Ben Frank up in my stash spot
This the Diary of Anne Frank its in my laptop, holdup

Bitch... like Jesse Pinkman
I'm best friends with Benjy Franklin, screaming on shit like Kenny Mason
Rapper now, I was a mental patient, all of my pills had reservations
Every time my plug wouldn't answer, start wigging out and get extra anxious
Then he answer and I grab so many that I couldn't count it with an estimation
Now I only do it on the weekends, now I only do it on vacation
All my opps got exonerated, bout to lower my honor rating
You boys rusty I'm copper plated, making everything complicated
I'ma leave these pussies dropping like some ragdolls
I'm tryn'a make some shit that have Joe Biden get me blackballed
I used to fucking live inside a fucking trailer spitting trash talk
Ask me how I'm feeling now, its like I won a scratch-off

I'm feeling like I hit the jackpot
Smoking on some platinum, feelin like I hit the crack rock
Find me creeping round the Pine Barrens like Im Sasquatch
Boy you just a mascot, go and take ya mask off
Now why ya had to get the masqatch
I could put ya head up on ya shelf like its a matchbox
I could you put you next to Ben Frank up in my stash spot
This the Diary of Anne Frank its in my laptop, holdup



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Writer(s): Matthew Schaffner
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