Is this how you're moving, Jackson? Look, look Two secs, let me check what he raps If he answers wrong, only God can save him Aim it like when I pray to you, hands with grace The result is amazing All of this hell we're raising I hear the neighbours complaining We still keep bandles flaming and we got back roads raining Caught a man bumped and shaved it Don't slip in a box, I'll pull up and blaze it Tape off gang, known for the tapings Need a hundred legs for the boots Then shoot, grip it and move You want the truth, I'll give you the truth You ain't done *** since we got done bootin' How bout you actin' like no tunes? This trip better be worth it I know not everyone's perfect So it don't matter how much they rehearse it Catch corn tryna reverse it Observation lurking and it gets more concerning Operations working and they get more disturbing But we keep it going, if we're going Cram this boat, we're doing up rowing Say D.A. should rap poems the way man's flowing Lay him down with the angels, not like the ones when outside snowing He ain't got no heart and it's showing Boy better do some growing Yo, act, stop with the chat, no act bad You ain't done ***, funny lil' gas bad Two kids talk but we giving them rap facts Those midas tryna lift up your snapback Those midas don't shout like you're a hatchback Two in the dust, grip it and slap that Like I've done it before, then I've done it again I don't know nothin' bout a rap cap I don't know nothin' bout words they mash I don't understand their words on tracks I don't even know how they rap But if it gets me mad then I fill up my mash Can't swing my knife like, swing it like splash Time man cabbage, bags get dropped if I tag him Yo, the Jakes might give me a shot but I'll gun in a flash Bane might give me a box with the way that the store's just on and I run up the gas If I ain't live and there ain't more time fine man in these homer and flats No loose ends on the step, do all the prep and cover them tracks If it gets on tops, can't dash with a mash, we can't lose them They gotta get slapped, I roll dirty, don't loose or lack If I pull up my waist, I bet he'll get stabbed Ain't dry, never had no night, so I got a razor, doing up faces Give me the drop, reckon I'll tape it, give me a block, I'll show you bout aiming *** tomorrow, it's set to dating Got him down on the mezos blater *** waiting, pull up I'm blazing Feel it, a ring on the up block shaking I got my stick on me when I'm raving I got your bitch on me and I'm fading She's screaming out Tally, sweeping on Maggie And they got gang on the speakers playing Drop flake in a Paris boat Now I'm watching it lock You just come for a half a bucks Is he dodgy or what? Dodgy or not, I'm still gonna take it Con your cash, watch the flake it Shut your glock, load and aim it I'm sliding the skates *