(Intro)
Sample
(Chorus)
Jackpot
Jackpot
Jackpot
We just hit the jackpot
Jackpot
Jackpot
10 songs in the backlog
Crackpot
Spazzing on these wack bars
View so high we looking from the catwalk
Drop off the top in an USDM Buick Lesabre custom
Land yacht call me wha we like to bust em
Pause ain’t mean it like that
Why are you as a man talking like that
Break the bat like bane or babe
Ruth they call me
Too based to ball we
Throw a pitch in a pinch
Hit a clinch when we spit
Whack off a bit and that’s it
Of that bat, that is
No homo, it’s a home run when I hit
Me and H hit the lotto x3
Hit em with a 1 2 combo
Hit em in the face like punto
(Verse 1 CHA-Z)
Y'all finally got me tapped in
I’m writing these songs with passion
I ain’t gonna feel no compassion
Especially after I see your fashion
I come with the aggression
Time for me to start impressing
Now I got a confession
This rap stuff is an obsession
I’m doing this for fun
Ain’t as a profession
Catching this dub against y'all
Add it to my collection
The lead is in my possession
Turned over like an interception
Is CHA-Z gonna win?
Yeah it really ain’t no question
I’m moving like I’m a teacher
Putting y'all in detention and calling out corrections
Like the greatest teacher of all generations
The beef is getting a resurrection
Y'all spreading lies
It’s a game of infection
Improving my game
Like the up coming Texans
You like to say I fumble
But in order to fumble you had to have possession
With you we need to have an investigation
Cause of some new suspicion
If it’s true they better start pressin
And stash it in the files
While over here we got Cayden the real Harry styles
Been taking Tara out to nice diners
But then she starting crying
After I mentioned to her that her son has been sick sending half naked pictures to minors
(Chorus)
Jackpot
Jackpot
Jackpot
We just hit the jackpot
Jackpot
Jackpot
10 songs in the backlog
Crackpot
Spazzing on these wack bars
View so high we looking from the catwalk
Drop off the top in an USDM Buick Lesabre custom
Land yacht call me wha we like to bust em
Pause ain’t mean it like that
Why are you as a man talking like that
Break the bat like bane or babe
Ruth they call me
Too based to ball we
Throw a pitch in a pinch
Hit a clinch when we spit
Whack off a bit and that’s it
Of that bat, that is
No homo, it’s a home run when I hit
Me and H hit the lotto x3
Hit em with a 1 2 combo
Hit em in the face like punto
(Verse 2 Aimenh)
Open the door to the armory
Gunmetal gleam ever softly
Look over my choices, it’s pointless
Every option could stop an
Elephant in its tracks, much less two squeakers on a track
Here to restore this balance in the room
On the wheels of steel I move
With intention, clarity, bear with me, scratch grooves so deep I squeal
To a halt, rotors warped, modes are taught, modes of rapping that is, hip hop tips, four pillars you missed
Look them up, learn the ropes, understand the style you emulate, the bars that elevate
The art, the words that motivated you to start
Putting pen to paper, the tales you’ve taken, plagiarism, trust me I know, I’ve played your rhythms
Carti, Uzi, no words spoken pre 03
Listen to the greats, road not taken, frost Jones or Robert there’s no difference
Follow the yellow brick, bleached by the blood of your betters
And Find oz, land of the great and powerful
Gleaming towers of words don’t taper
In the hall of the greats where we keep the crown
Pull back the curtain, you have found
Now, not later Smith, woo, Cantrell, slater
That my lyrical shotgun cuts you down
Armor piercing round, all your pieces found
(Verse 3 CHA-Z)
Bang me and my boy we killin many men like that
But it ain’t a crime
Cause you to quake like Anaheim
You know I be showing up when it’s game time
Yeah you know we on patrol
Ya boys on a role
Now you gotta cover up some holes
We taking our brothers souls
We don’t waste time on hoes
So many stories that I could disclose
But as a man I’ll stay composed
Don’t wanna overbite
Already had braces for that but if I did you would have to brace for that right
We got the mamba mentality
Come at us fix your morality
We letting you share the stage with us
You can Call that hospitality
Innerscoop records on IR what a catastrophe
Although y'all tried to make me an examinee
But instead now y'all gonna have to examine me
Yuh
(Outro)
All my ice I got gonna need me a COAT
All the lies that you share making me BLOAT
Remember lil boys you are messing with the GOAT
Keep going and I’ll put you on my death NOTE
