RedZoneRocket - Jackson F Baby

Don't feel no pressure behind What you saying
I'm Confident I been the man
I'm just trying to pop my Shìt With 20 bands in my hand
Hold up let me stop it thought
I was 20 for a second then
Don't touch me it's the Rocket I Might go Toyota Center fam
Fucking with Mrs Mary Jane she Hate I how whip the lamb
Weed came from Oregon smoking Beaver still don't give a damn
Led me to couple opportunities Shout out Uncle Sam
Way I'm fixing to tax them for a Feature blame Uncle Sam

Beep Beep I been road running They taking notes how I been Hustling
Way above the hate could drop a Penny it's gone get disgusting
Could never drop a dime I been Too cheap I'm trying to make a Hundred
Can't have a idle mind the devil Think trying to play or something
Slide cross the hood in rush hour Like I'm Jackie Chan
Forty with the nine make me feel Like Kyle Shanahan
Even at your brothers wedding You still ain't the best man
If you gone speak on me make Sure you say it with your chest then
Cutting them off wasn't in the Plan
But Shìt I had to save my hand
Stepping with me now or never I Ain't fixing to save the dance
DBGOD this ain't a gang you Wouldn't understand
My dogs on my mind so I don't need no fucking cat scan

Back to back how we gone spin Like Drake dropped a diss again
Neek riding with me until we Blow out all the Michelins
She said fuck her X man and got Back on her shit again
Posted with some wolverines they Thought I was from Michigan
But I was born in Ohio keep my Eyes on a buck
Moved to Bama in 98 since then The hate been going up
They going live on the book but When it's live they need shook
I know this shit cliche but I can't Say this shit enough
If you don't give a damn swear That I don't give a fuck
Silence of the lamb damn the Silent killer struck
Chasing me like Jack rabbits like We down in the muck
Shout out my nigga Muck told me Keep that pressure up

Take it north to Bluntstown pulled Up on my brother Suge
White ZL1 float like Casper Through the hood
Steppers from New York California plugged out in Texas
Got love around the country so Much hate come from my section
Wait let me correct it ain't no Hate Up in my section
What I meant a couple dick riders Riding without direction
Woo sliding like he Gretzky but The clippers his profession
Yeah you know he work Corrections
For big bro he gone correct it
They out of gas no unleaded
I'm on they ass now they beheaded
Yeah I'm a hell raiser I'm court side At Armageddon
Ain't no misconception bitch I'm Him don't you forget it
Take a look at him we both know She gone regret it

Written by:
Jaren Jackson

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