Alex Rift - Jackpot (Lloyd Banks Cover) lyrics

[Verse 1: KingKwame] I'm better though, professional I let you know my story anecdote I'm antidote, you better know Young BDFW general Connected though, like the metro I take your favourite rapper of they pedestal I'm smelling dough, you never know The young boy drop Afro-Beats and Electro She Molly popper, she methadone Her daughter home but she barely home Get propped up like a Don no Corleone Black girl then white girl then black again Oreos I'm mixtaping I'm zip breaking I'm b**h taking that's heart breaking Under lock and key padlock This that dope sh** this that crack rock This that Chris Rock laughing out loud sh** This that cheese sh** no Laughing Cow sh** This that 'pow pow' no gun talk Verbally a**ault rifle rappers no gun talk Get with it I got my eye on seven digits I got my gun at ten n******gs I got my tongue going off at these n******gs like ten triggers n***a I k** n******gs I don't feel n******gs I don't feel rappers [Verse 2: KingKwame] Simphe! I swear these n******gs tryna f** up my propellers I heard yo sh** I swear yo sh** does not compel us If you test us I swear you'll feel my reign like umbrellas If you jealous just say you jealous yo flow poor like favelas Uh Tukays aspires to be too paid n***a do you see me? n***a this is Blu-Ray Eating sweet rappers sweet tooth f** a tooth ache Eat a rapper whole for dessert creme brulee Dawg I swear you messed up you asked me for a feature dawg I swear you messed up My apologies all honesty p**y n******gs forming labels n***a that's sorority p**y n******gs coming at me f** em like an orgy The origins of youngens my good n***a f** seniority p**y is priority just kidding Oh la la I am underground how can you complain? n***a pop the champagne n***a I got through the pain Homie I'll abuse you n***a Joe Jackson My flow progressive no taxing n******gs into balling boy f** yo mascot Why would you jack weed n***a that is jackpot That's a pun though blow me like a gun though p**y n******gs ain't getting no p**y like a nun though p**y n******gs letting down they hair like Rapunzel Puns on deck straight balling no Mutumbo [Verse 3: KingKwame] We gon' ball n***a backspin Hours in the booth with Masta-T you can ask him Till they bring the racks in Till stadiums packed in Swear to God mark my words I'm not relaxing Switched through like three different genres ain't see no commas Promise I ain't stopping till glory upon us Mama said son stay away from the industry Paps said son stay away from the industry Disobedience my heart is bleeding I am anemic I'm elitist d**h is defeated I pledge allegiance To them boys screaming Skucha who be spitting like some alcoholics I ain't stopping over Rapperholic this ain't hyperbolic Look into the future ain't no prophet all I see is profit Walk into the shop we shoplift ain't no point in shopping Underground prince been underground since You ain't done sh** who you tryna convince? This is glory season go tell your story season Soon it will be Maserati black on black Ferrari season n***a I aspire before I respire then I reach higher Before I retire I cease to respire Before I cease fire I cease to respire You gon' see fire n***a you gon' see fire Double K