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