Restless Jack

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Footsie] I put in the work all day Yeah I'm the guy who said that Mind how you speak on my name 'Cause I've got more tunes for your rasclat headback In my pocket's a jetpack I'm dressed in jet black Nah, i ain't having a bout, I hope you eediats get that Send a man up to the sky like a rocket Now man's nothing but dirt and ashes Man thought he could laugh and mock it Stash box where the mash and cash is Ring that, you'll see nothing but flashes All I hear is nothing but gas Phonebook's nothing but crooks and gashes Rudeboy that's not sauce, why you forcing it? It's the return of the Jedi , I came with the force, innit My yout' that's not beef, it's got horse in it The new wap came with teeth, don't give me a call for it I'm up late like a fox is Busting up bags and boxes Pure wins, couple losses That's how the life of a boss is The life of a made man Growing up in the hood made man These ugly streets paid man And if a man come round me talking shit I'd make like a barber and fade man Sideman ting, na you ain't the main Badman ting, na we ain't the same Don't fuck about blud, this ain't a... I said don't fuck about blud, this ain't a game Stay in your lane, man's breezing Apply some pressure and squeeze him Put him on ice and freeze him Bad mind, niggas don't wanna see me up Fuck them any way, bare tings free up Man can't fuck with my plug or re-up Try fuck with my state or status Then you'll see crazy apparatus Your name must be Jacob's You must be crackers 'Cause you will get shaken like maracas I know 'bout the trapping I know 'bout the whipping Gymnastics ting, I know 'bout the flipping I know the wappers, I know the dippers And I also know that 'nough of you pussy'oles are some fibbers [Verse 2: CASISDEAD] Yeah, I drop it off Straight there, no stopping off Popular now it's popping off Let a chart-topping sort top me off Hoes pussy-pop for attention Pussy-popping up in my mentions Non-stop popping Adderall Like a nigga always in detention Mask on face 'cause they say man's sick Dunno what to say when they hear man spit Push up their face like it smells of shit Talking slick End up with a walking stick Fake - you don't walk with a stick I'm in your chick's crib with my dick out More chicks than you can shake a stick at Whipping that yam like Aunty Ama Couple of gram plus Arm & Hammer Two in my hand and a dark bandanna I got it if you're looking, meet me in the manor Win the rat race, you're still a rat More than one way to skin a cat White cats skinning up in his flat Niggas stay talking all this crap But they've never held a strap Niggas stay talking all this trap Don't fall for it, it's a trap Parked by a tree covered in sap Ticket warden tried it, hold a slap Slipping if you think man are slack They ain't original, it's a fact I'm with King Original he's got my back Try perform then man'll clap Brain dead, Dead Team, that is that