Chris JBo and More
I don't understand
What you been thinking like
Thinking like
My shits so nasty so it's stinking like
Stinking like
My drives so high so I be bangin like
Bangin like
You coming left so I be flankin right
Flankin right
I don't understand
What you been thinking like
Thinking like
My shits so nasty so it's stinking like
Stinking like
My drives so high so I be bangin like
Bangin like
You coming left so I be flankin right
Flankin right
Flankin right
Man you better take notes
Cuz I'm in it to be winning
I aint gotta damn opinion
Or even a pot to piss in
I work hard though
Spending each and every dollar
Grinding hard to be a father
Getting by being a barber
Every time I'm in it people stepping on my toes
Every time I'm in it people ain't rapping hard though
To The point of making music like I do it be the move and I just sit back
Travis you went hard on that track
Travis I felt when you said that
From the south so you say howdy
From southern Illinois In the woods
Where I go way back
I'm the maniac jack when I'm rapping on the track
Run that shit back how you think I always did that
Staying humble everyday like I'm kdot
Stayin in my box focused on my limits cuz you know Im never lost
Thinking like
Thinking like
My shits so nasty so it's stinking like
Stinking like
My drives so high so I be bangin like
Bangin like
You coming left so I be flankin right
Flankin right
I don't understand
What you been thinking like
Thinking like
My shits so nasty so it's stinking like
Stinking like
My drives so high so I be bangin like
Bangin like
You coming left so I be flankin right
Flankin right
Flankin right
I've had it with this acrobatic bending over backwards for addicts
My love for music is a form of the baggage
And when I rhyme it's a habit
I don't mean to I promise I gotta problem with my honesty I've been at the bottom
I can't relate to
All the f*cking fake dudes
Daddy paid your way through
Got you in a good school
Even bought you braces
Guess it makes you real cool
Thing is when you die fool
Cannot take it with you
Big moves
Everybody talking back like I'm wack or I can't rap
Take a nap Cuz it's obvious you sleeping on me
And I ain't even really buck back yet
I'm relating all the facts
I Pose a threat take a picture homie
You don't know me like that
Take a step back
Wicked when I'm in a mood
I need to calm down when I'm in tune
Kinda rude
Sure enough
But I'm ripping to the top
Tryna fill the big shoes
Thinking like
Thinking like
My shits so nasty so it's stinking like
Stinking like
My drives so high so I be bangin like
Bangin like
You coming left so I be flankin right
Flankin right
I don't understand
What you been thinking like
Thinking like
My shits so nasty so it's stinking like
Stinking like
My drives so high so I be bangin like
Bangin like
You coming left so I be flankin right
Flankin right
Flankin right
Coming up hard on that rap shit
On the map shit
Growing up I ain't never had shit
Imma flip that and do rad shit
Straight back flip
From the basement up to the attic
I need this for my rap sheet and my rep status
Never said I was out here trying to ever be the baddest
I just want the lavish status have it
Wack imma put you in the back of the black car with a bag
And the freaking mat with the black tarp
And it's Sad that it just had to go this far
All I wanted was a good job or gold scar
That hard
Leaves scars like a bad wreck weighing on your brain
I'm Bout to bounce like a bad check
Get back
Try back like an operator
Real Talk
Like my names Jack