Shot of Jack

Somebody hold him back (somebody) Somebody hold him back (somebody please) Somebody hold him back (somebody hold this man back) Somebody hold him back (this is a Shot of Jack) Looking at me with that face know we bouta attack Turn a beat to a plaque Sipping on something I got in the flask Pour up a Shot of the Jack Dream about money I wake up to racks Turn this bih to the max Never learned how to relax Never knew how to spit nothing but facts Wait, nah Put my foot on the gas 25, 50 Ben Frank on the dash Red light, green light just got passed Hold on tight Roxanne on the dash- Board, I'm in my element Fly like a pelican Speak like a reverend My reign will never end Nah, wait Looking for some, looking for some Some little bitty to take me up off of the map and have me some fun Under the sun For now I'm alone on the throne, checking my phone For a new beat to come Keep my composure People with power don't talk so my mouth only open when I say what need to be said then I close it I ran through hell and came back I never heard of a closure Hmm don't think I know her People be begging and starving for food on the street in the middle of winter while you dance around in your room Flaunting your body you think is too big You'd lose all respect for exposure Looking at me with that face know we bouta attack Turn a beat to a plaque Sipping on something I got in the flask Pour up a Shot of the Jack Dream about money I wake up to racks Turn this bih to the max Never learned how to relax Never knew how to spit nothing but facts Looking at me with that face know we bouta attack Turn a beat to a plaque Sipping on something I got in the flask Pour up a Shot of the Jack Dream about money I wake up to racks Turn this bih to the max Never learned how to relax Never knew how to spit nothing but facts I'm on the hunt I'm gonna start it and end it in one I'm here to get this shit done 23 years I gave up on fun I'm turning nothing to something Get off the tracks Get off the tracks Freight train is rumbling Been here for years Now the people are jumping Demons they don't want no smoke Pushed me a lil too hard now the giant's awoke I'm right at your throat I'm writing rhymes and rhymes and rhymes all day One day they'll call me the GOAT She wanted me then her friend got a peak I took 'em both, that's all she wrote Looking at me with that face know we bouta attack Turn a beat to a plaque Sipping on something I got in the flask Pour up a Shot of the Jack Dream about money I wake up to racks Turn this bih to the max Never learned how to relax Never knew how to spit nothing but facts Looking at me with that face know we bouta attack Turn a beat to a plaque Sipping on something I got in the flask Pour up a Shot of the Jack Dream about money I wake up to racks Turn this bih to the max Never learned how to relax Never knew how to spit nothing but facts