Jack CityZ - Jack Bastards lyrics

[Verse 1: Ragz ba*tard] You never know where n***as may go And she love a n***a spirit like she Kayko We muy caliente, spitting fuego Tour life Me and my n***as cruisin' in a Winnebago We making pay rolls And that's the main goal See it all in the near future I'm Mario super The way I jump on to competition heads Like they're Koopa Troopas Activate my boosters I be the bees knees Giving 16s for free I'mma sick teen I sneeze Do as I please I mean geez louise Travel the seven seas To seize everything within the reach Of this group of ill teens... I had to take a break now I'm back at I'm not asthmatic But I need some inhalers Like one these fast rappers My n***a, my flows sweet And yours is like the candy wrapper Elevate my mind and expand my brain matter In a matter of seconds my mind is weapon But I'll still come strapped wit a Smith&Weston To ya intersection That's if I'm feeling threaten Man I got a method to this madness Late night love affairs with a California actress She is a bad b**h With the sneakiest of tactics Pin her to the bed That's my Wresltemania match-tress It's Young Ragz Money bags Price tags, n***a Still the same n***a Just got a little iller Got a little sicker Tryna get a little richer Rest in peace Big L Are you getting the big picture? Yeah.. Rest in peace Big L Are you getting the big picture? [Verse 2: Jack CityZ] They call me Jack CityZ Out for platinum plaques and crap From my Ill Spoken raps Like I was Mac Milly And these cats silly, man Cause Third Eye gone shine and Relish in the moment like an underdog When his arm on the podium Higher than pickle sodium Number one And still cop funds with no co*ked guns Eliminating pellets I'm pac-man Give n***as the back hand I'm that man Sneaking in your city all black Like I'm batman Strapped with the mic in hand Packed fast Corner of 89th and Summer Ave Performing Sebastian with Al and Ragz ba*tard My n***as fromlunch lines and math cla**es, to Studio booths, sessions with different gra**es The younger demographic Backpacking with hall pa**es They wanna be us Dig us from our feet up We ill No Robutussin pill can free us The sickness that we got fam Has got into the wrong hands I'm so cold, Anaheim flow A Mighty Ducks fan Something I wanna mention Having suspicion how real these b**hes livin' Let me explain Like this one was ji lame Past year and some change She let n***as get in her brain on Instagram Not mentioning names Your new found fame is f**in insane The sickness mane I bounce back with the quickness Ignorance is bliss Wait.. f** that Vigilante to eminence, ignorance is hindering All about your Benjamins, unmindful to the a**ault Get smacked down to the asphalt Like that's his a** fault Rapping till my last call Bumpin ab soul I'm 18, but I got the problems of an old head A Comp Sci major b**h, sh** gets decoded I go in Harder than a java f**ing program In college not cuz I enjoy it, got no other choice When me and my boys spark noise We outta this joint No pity on many, I'm Jack CityZ Doing what I please Bleed this sh** Deeds are spent Give you what you need Beats equipped, in my arsenal Battlin' And these other rappers are my catalyst