You Know The Game (freestyle)

Running this shit like a track field Niggas insane Tell them niggas to pick up they pace Nanny McFee bitch I'm the maid I grab the broom Sweep all that bullshit outta the room Like aye Niggas can't even be in my space You niggas is trash gotta throw it away Hold on just hold on Man give me a second I can't take a break Man I don't do the resting Bitch f*ck a nap I'll sleep when I'm winning These niggas is bitches they bringing the tension Shut that shit down computer technician Jackk is the boss get with it Jackk is that nigga who did it He switched up the game And that nigga wasn't kidding Grab all yo shit Put it up in a suitcase It's pack in yo punch like I'm making yo koolaid And I'll be that nigga that's lit on a Tuesday Then I get paycheck in only like two days Talkin my shit Takin yo bitch My style is free and it don't cost a penny They jackin my style and I think my name Jackk Bitch f*ck is you doing These niggas be wack Make em count up my bands Like the bitch selling crack I can walk over anything They all some mats Niggas never did plays but they shole try act Niggas can't even write but they shole try to rap Man this temper get crazy Hard to control it And hell yeah I own it Jackk do be ripping He cut it he shred it He lucky like dice when he hitting a seven The cash in the bank Withdraw when I'm betting These niggas don't like me Bitches be changing my settings Jackk is a preacher just call me the reverend Strong when I'm mad like eleven