[Intro]
Summernight breeze, hit the gas on the wheel
Welcome to the anthem, lemme tell you what's the deal
Ridin' round, top down, hear 'em tryna talk down
Celebrating cause we know they don't get the appeal
[Chorus]
Cause I feel like I'm Jack when I'm walking in the 'Ville
Gotta keep a fine line when they ask me how I feel
Cause I'm tryna keep it humble but I'm tryna keep it real
So I hit em' with the hook, now I'm rewinding the reel
Cause I feel like I'm Jack when I'm walking in the 'Ville
Gotta keep a fine line when they ask me how I feel
Cause I gotta keep it humble but I gotta keep it real
Now I'm balling prime time, and they watch me like Shaquille
For real
[Verse 1]
Fakes claim that they holding me down, they hold me to drown
I burst out my appendix and they counted me out
Now I drip, I walk out that bitch in my hospital gown
I see the future with my music, got an optical sound
Dawgs said we gotta link up when they coming in town
We throwing it up, we pull up, and we shutting it down
They be watching what I'm doing, and they writing it down
The circus in town, the clowns coming, lurking around
I'm cold, she tryna melt my popsicle
Hot and drippy, got the bedroom lookin' tropical
She like to think about me, the brain was philosophical
I hear and read the rumors like a fraudulent article
Yet the noise is inaudible, and the stories implausible
Not her first time on the ocean, she ride it like it's nautical
Sitting on my money, like monopoly man
All I'm missing is a hat, a cane and a monocle (cha-ching)
The cadence? The wordplay? The flow? It's intricate
The way that I'm rapping got these rappers lookin' illiterate (say what?)
Double entendre my bars, my verses ambiguous (what else)
Don't need a label to rap, I'm shitting on the syndicates
Cause I've been putting hits out, back-to-back-to-back
Wreaking havoc where I go, fuck the aftermath
Going up and downing Applejack
Going hard and they can't handle that (ha ha)
[Pre-Chorus]
Let me tell you how it happened, first I had the will
A pinch of passion made it happen coupled with the skill
I've been on a roll and now they don't know how to feel
Cause I got fans from Waterloo all the way to McGill
[Chorus]
Cause I feel like I'm Jack when I'm walking in the 'Ville
Gotta keep a fine line when they ask me how I feel
Cause I'm tryna keep it humble but I'm tryna keep it real
So I hit em' with the hook, now I'm rewinding the reel
Cause I feel like I'm Jack when I'm walking in the 'Ville
Gotta keep a fine line when they ask me how I feel
Cause I gotta keep it humble but I gotta keep it real
Now I'm balling prime time, and they watch me like Shaquille
[Verse 2]
Uh
Watcha doing? Tell me where you at
Pull up in the back of the cul-de-sac
Looking like a snack
Get up in the back, wearing all black
I'm on the attack, feel your hands moving down my back
Skkrr
Just like that
Hit it like a boomerang, she come right back
She wanna come taste it, the way I cook like that
If she gonna be looking at me, I look right back
They like woah boy, you going hard on the intro?
I raise the bar up like I suck at limbo
Trilingual, like I know folks at Duolingo
4 hits in a row, this my fifth, call it bingo
[Pre-Chorus]
Hop on, kill a beat, leave with no remorse
She not into getting intimate, just want the intercourse
Say you want the sauce, then come and get it from the source
Your girl been talking to me like she had been a bit divorced
[Chorus]
Cause I feel like I'm Jack when I'm walking in the 'Ville
Gotta keep a fine line when they ask me how I feel
Cause I'm tryna keep it humble but I'm tryna keep it real
So I hit em' with the hook, now I'm rewinding the reel
Cause I feel like I'm Jack when I'm walking in the 'Ville
Gotta keep a fine line when they ask me how I feel
Cause I gotta keep it humble but I gotta keep it real
Now I'm balling prime time, and they watch me like Shaquille
