JACKSONE - STOCK

Look, I'm not gonna lie I Googled sell my soul last night[00:11.03]I'm in need for a reason to fight Went head first with all my might[00:14.77]Almost died for my pride I've been taxing for the natural[00:18.12]Natural substances were my natural lies And fuck crying, I'd rather swindle and steal[00:22.77]From the love of my life I've been going through my rights[00:25.65]I'm undeserving of fight So never mind, yea never mind, shit[00:29.66]Ain't got no sick mind, no master plight But fuck I look like, judge it[00:33.69]I'm ragamuffinin' she Spilled bad juju out of[00:34.77]Spite on my kids, kids A bridge I built, I burnt that bitch[00:39.25]With my hands and a stick I feel lifted at the crack of dawn[00:43.38]Can't see the hours, nor minutes Lose timing when I tag along[00:46.64]Going second gear, going 80 It's a ride-along, my eyes dirty[00:49.71]Like a West Indian Sinister how I'm grinning shit[00:53.26]My eyes dirty like I'm sipping on Paint thinning shit[00:56.53]Making silly faces after I sip the shit Aspire to be I, my pickney them[01:02.10]Nasty hoes like blowing up the - Shit, Can't tell me different[01:05.43]Can't get a pass from me, A pass from me ain't much yet[01:08.23]Man, I ain't living, Pawning all my daddy's shit[01:11.57]A brand new whip and I crash the shit, Sweet life of a privileged kid[01:14.85]Why I started sniffing my Seroquel laughing and all the way to the middle man[01:18.35]Started building plaque nigga, Boy where your dental plan?[01:21.65]I built a rack, nigga And I just can't hold it[01:24.25]Damn shit, A Niecy Nash ass on my shit And I can't control it, damn[01:28.21]Come tax me, come catch me lakin' sayin, mmkay[01:30.70]Mr. Mackey, Niggas slime ball, Leaky nasty and know cornballs[01:33.25]But they shoot with accuracy, lil' nigga, yeah[01:35.94]I got a smug look on my face Roc Marci playing on my speakers[01:39.12]Knowing damn well I ain't no player, I got a Wishlist in my bag[01:42.37]Bought her Wishlist like I'm Trickin', I feel like Jeffery, boy, I'm trippin[01:48.37]Now pose for this picture baby, I fixed my posture, nigga[01:52.59]They looking up lately I bared the burden[01:55.42]Stop making my momma sick, This a reminiscion[01:58.97]Of a prideful nigga that's.. it

Written by:
J. Jackson

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find