Young Jack Jones
When I get in that zone
Come alive in the night no jokeSo I run to the game to escape my woes
No shame, rap makes me whole
Dash a lil bit of Sinatra, feel it from the start to just feed my soul
But the fiends wan defeat my soul
Tryna say a nigga too free, but it′s unofficially like I'm on parole
On meek man the world too cold
And that′s word to Cole
It can really be your own neighbors so I only share the sugar with my bros
No joke
Chilling with the cats on road
Keep the am pack on low
Rass it all up and ghost
Hella blue lights, 5 0
That's 3, and 4
I know to my life there's mo
I got too much sauce, on flow
I don′t believe, no lie, if they wan say that I don′t
I got dreams, no lie, watch how my story gets told
She just pulled out to my show
100, stacks on gold
100, racks on gold
Vision might unfold
Put that on the Fader
My bits bad, always got my hood up on my radar
My bits bad, but it's only love, the rest we Ray Charles
My clique bad, keep it tight, I don′t paddy with haters
Yah ooo ayy
Rap it on the main
Jack Jones, pop it for the fame
Trapping in the rain
Jack Jones, now you know my name
Nah tell me who the hell gonna stop me
You man one hit wonders, not me
Me I come and do my ting, do it properly
It's only me that could ever top me
I′d break my hands, for genuine fans 'fore I let a fucked label cop me
Never let a jokeman come flop me
Must′ve got my name wrong like Not 3s
No DJ, no label, I do it all on my own
Fuck out my face, I ran the race, this is my place, don't step to my throne
Negative guys, negatives vibes, their negative eyes, no I don't need that in my zone
I′m in my prime, and the game looking prone
Give it my all to be rich and alone
Put that on the Fader
My bits bad, always got my hood up on my radar
My bits bad, but it′s only love, the rest we Ray Charles
My clique bad, keep it tight, I don't paddy with haters
Yah ooo ayy
Rap it on the main
Jack Jones, pop it for the fame
Trapping in the rain
Jack Jones, now you know my name
Put that on the Fader
My bits bad, always got my hood up on my radar
My bits bad, but it′s only love, the rest we Ray Charles
My clique bad, keep it tight, I don't paddy with haters
Yah ooo ayy
Rap it on the main
Jack Jones, pop it for the fame
Trapping in the rain
Jack Jones, now you know my name
