CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Restless Jack
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 sh*t
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 f**k about blud, this ain't a...
I said don't f**k 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, n***as don't wanna see me up
f**k them any way, bare tings free up
Man can't f**k with my plug or re-up
Try f**k 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 pu**y'oles are some fibbers
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 sh*t
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 f**k about blud, this ain't a...
I said don't f**k 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, n***as don't wanna see me up
f**k them any way, bare tings free up
Man can't f**k with my plug or re-up
Try f**k 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 pu**y'oles are some fibbers
