J.O.Y Deezy - Jackpot

Lookin' up like, "Why this shit keep comin' to me?"
(I don't know)
I keep my distance they like, "Why you actin' funny?"
(I don't know)
Shit I don't know, but I promise you it's not the money
(Huh?)
But I start feelin' like a nigga when I see hundreds

(Jackpot)
Speakin' on the net, i'd bend the back block
(Stove hot)
Four-hundred degrees for that crack rock
(Stole on 'em)
Took that nigga chain, and his pole from 'em
Comin' 'round here thinkin' you hot, but you cold brodie
(You cold)

Five-five-six do 'em greezy, bitch
Bitch do not call me Darrin, it's Deezy bitch
I done came a long way, on a different level with this shit
I came from fightin' big niggas, I ain't really scared of shit
(Hell no)

I tried y'all, but y'all ain't believe me
I might not win in a squabble but niggas not 'finna beat me
(Hell no)
And shit I've always been the youngest, so this shit really easy
But when a nigga was starvin', then there was no one to feed me

Got to keep a glocky, 'cause these niggas think they bulletproof
Throw 'em off the roof, if a nigga think he got the juice
Socked 'em up good, left the nigga with a missing tooth
J.O.Y Deezy nigga, tell me who the fuck is you?

The joint of the year, I thought I made that shit clear (Uh-huh)
Can't call no nigga to scare me, 'cause I don't got no fears
(Hell no)
And shit, looks is deceiving, don't judge me how I appear
Shit, close your mouth, and bitch open your ears

I tried to tell y'all, but y'all at believe me (Hell no)
Shit, you gone look back, and you gone realize you need me
(You need me bitch)
And bitch you seen I needed help
So why the fuck you ain't teach me?
So tell me, where is the male figure to guide me and lead me?
(What?)

I tried y'all, but y'all ain't believe me
I might not win in a squabble but niggas not 'finna beat me
And shit I've always been the youngest, so this shit really easy
But when a nigga was starvin', then there was no one to feed me
(Uh-huh)

Got to keep a glocky, 'cause these niggas think they bulletproof
(Uh-huh)
Throw 'em off the roof, if a nigga think he got the juice
Socked 'em up good, left the nigga with a missing tooth
(Ah ah)
J.O.Y Deezy nigga, tell me who the fuck is you?

(Jackpot)
Speakin' on the net, i'd bend the back block
(Stove hot)
Four-hundred degrees for that crack rock
(Stole on 'em)
Took that nigga chain, and his pole from 'em
Comin' 'round here thinkin' you hot, but you cold brodie

Five-five-six do 'em greezy, bitch
Bitch do not call me Darrin, it's Deezy bitch
I done came a long way, on a different level with this shit
I came from fightin' big niggas, I ain't really scared of shit

Written by:
Darrin Labriel

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