Rollin’ Solo Solo Rollin’ It's like a bad trip Rollin I was rollin, rollin, rollin Now I'm rollin solo, solo Rollin solo, solo It's like a bad trip Rollin I was rollin, rolling, rolling, rolling Now I'm rollin solo Rolling solo, solo I was rollin wit her Now I'm riding solo Chick you got me tripping But I don't know where to go though I'm on a bad trip UH Now I'm feeling so low Stolling on the bottom Tryinga blackout, on that no glow, But she come back up like oh no I was rollin wit her Now I'm riding solo But I don't know where to go yo I'm on a bad trip So, to be safe I'm rolling solo, solo yo Roll up on some bitches Hey like, 'yo who is it?' I roll up my windows Light my blunt, now mind yo business Yes I wanted them to do that 'Cept I don't need a visit I'd just\I'd just have to text them back If I gave them my digits But I do that shit sometime[s] though Thankfully my iPhone let me block them out like blind folds 50 shades of, 'does he really mean this silly shit he rhyme though?' Girl you tripping, and I'm rolling We'll be crashing but she hoping if we're solo that we both gon end up fine though So I'm rolling solo.. Sipping that Ripping that Sniffing that Solo Rollin Solo Solo Solo I was rollin wit her Now I'm riding solo Bitch you got me tripping But I don't know where to go though I'm on a bad trip Now I'm feeling so low Bitch you got me tripping But I don't know where to go though Rollin Solo

"Ay what it do? This is Vic Mensa an' you' tuned into Jack Media" Oh yeah Jack it’s really good that you're Ya know back in the studio making’ music …really motivational 'Yeah i think it should really help!' I don't give a fuck [x?] a Another one, lost another one Ain't ever done, we on a run We out raising fun, dropping for none But sufferings plentiful Feels like there's nothing we can all do Man I'm done, lazy coward A pathetic Millenial (bum bum) I don't fuck with these bitches Be covered in stitches if i let then up under my skin I'm done Let them get too many wins Ain't playin no mo they ain't getting no mo dick or no ends 'You ain't no pro ho,' now she crying sayin 'I thought we were friends' I thought we were down till the end, let's not even pretend Like it's our first time Before we even began Too many crackahs telling us 'We staying steady in sin' 'Born ready to win,' but that would depend On mo luck (not me) So I ain't giving no fucks Hold up (not me) I don't I don’t give a fuck (not me) I dont... Give A Fuck But it’s fine Just passing the time No. No. Really. Really. it’s fine you don’t miss me We, all….online Where there’s no where to hide So dry, eyes got nowhere to cry She say 'at least you’re alive' Right..at least I'm alive Crackahs running up in you city, leaving it quite gentrified Parents could pay they rent but they take Yo job to act like they try Their slice of the pie is an act others need to survive Criticize the gWag, then drive the price of used cars high So who's the bad guy, ’crackah, what's really good?' Stole that phrase from some blacker homosapians, different hood Free speech, freedom of religion, stop these honkey’s, someone should Strike me down salami alaykum, ooo I wish a God would C’mon son, lost another one Ain't ever done, we on a run We out raisin' fun, dropping for none But sufferings plentiful Feel like there's nothing we can all do Man I'm done… 'I wanna be president' Psyche!--prolly won't vote Blue state and don’t believe in our democracy no more I’ll tale a trust fund to Ohio and go and knock on doors And buy myself a candidate that used to be yours Take a jet to ATL and Jack the migos flow Sell a verse to QM that Aubrey’ll be shown Do ya’ll want these middle men? cause i don’t need em no mo I’m trying cause a singularity where we can all go Shout out to the Media, we are all hoes They just pimp us, they don’t love us, y’all know Shout to peeps that I used to know, where’d we all go? gave a fuck, now i heard yawl don’t Heard I got the best life, I heard most them suck They say I can’t do shit, so i don't Fuck a next life, y.o.l.o., used to give a fuck If you could do it all again I prolly won’t Singin what, not another one Ain't ever done, we on a run We out raisin' fun, dropping for none But sufferings plentiful Feel like there's nothing we can all do Man I'm done lazy, coward aPathetic Millenial (bum, bum) Man I don’t give a fuck etc. Actually I do care

“Ay this is G-Easy and you’re tuned into da sounds of Jack The Ripper" “Ignant Ass Mutherfucking Beat" She said, 'yeah, I like it how you’re flowing there' But your hair would look good in a pony tail I said I’m only real, no phony deals You down to ride let me tell you a pony tale 'For real?' Girl, I’m so ginuwine I could tell a horse story if you spend the time She said, 'yeah, I like it when you hold me there And I love it when your hair's in a pony tail' Fuck a pony tale I got a horse story I stay with a lady like her First Corgi That’s the queen's bitch, and I mean it Her female dog - no allegory Mad different words? well I’m thesaur-y East side nerd, wicked Star Warsy Used to ride horses, got around the courses But Ambitions Az A ridah, thats Pac’s story So me I’m tryinga rap, she felling Jack's tracks She down with Eminem, and Sylvia Plath Put the chicks to bed, hit up that gas She don’t wanna laugh, all she do is gasp Damn he too deep, that’s what she said I just know his poetry is going to hell I bet you hope to see me there, with my brand new hair Tellin' pony tales She said, ‘yeah, I like it how you’re flowing there' But your hair would look good in a pony tail I said, I’m only real, no phony deals You down to ride let me tell you a pony tale 'For real?' Girl, I’m so ginuwine I could tell a horse story if you spend the time She said, 'yeah, I like it when you hold me there And I love it when your hair's in a pony tail' Cunning linguist, dexterous digits And my hair do, just extra did it I’m overdone, the only one To blow her away, though she expected it She said, 'Shut up boy, ‘cause I read ya lyrics I don’t think these other mutherfcukers here can hear it' Wait? Did you say hair? Ain't it great? Do you feel it? They condition me to be fake not realest, uh Cause it’s all about appearance bet the catcher in the rye called me phony I know the way my flow go so fearless But they tryinga tie me down like a pony Half a hundred shades of gray no right or wrong She said it's about getting experience New chick said that she 'like my pony tale' I said, trick you ain’t even hear it She said 'yeah, I like it how you’re flowing there But your hair would look good in a pony tail' I said, I’m only real, no phony deals You down to ride let me tell you a pony tale 'For real?' Girl, I’m so ginuwine I could tell a horse story if you spend the time She said, 'yeah, I like it how you hold me there And I love it when your hair's in a pony tail' Great expectations, from my age of innocence Every girl that I dated I was playing to finish with Did the love diminish? it's the tale of two cities When we should be in the same, dang, that's a true pity Had the best of times, had the worst of times If what we had was wrong, girl it was worth the crime And punishment. I tried to have fun wit it Put aside my pride and prejudice, I need none of it Quit the love letter rhetoric, I read none of it And don’t read into my poetic shit, I mean none of it You want a sweet boy and strong man, I’ll be none of it I’m sick of tryinga change for her demands, just be done wit it It’s like I’m tryinga fit into a story As if it’s already all written When I should just be living But I guess I thought it'd be a little different She said 'yeah, I like it how you flow in there But your hair would look good in a pony tail' I said, I’m only real, no phony deals You down to ride let me tell you a pony tale 'For real?' Girl, I’m so ginuwine I could tell a horse story if you spend the time She said, 'yeah, I like it how you hold me there And I love it when your hair's in a pony tail' Yeah

“What up? It’s ya boy YG and you’ tunt in to the homie Jack The Ripper 400." “Ignant Ass Mutherfucking Beat" 2020 Hindsight I wish I coulda showed ya 2020 Hindsight I wish you coulda seen 2020 Hindsight I wish I coulda told ya 2020 Hindsight What you could have been When I look to my past only see my tragic flaws Like, 'I shoulda knew that,' I was trippin hence the falls I act like I'm new jack, I'm just the same getting older 2020 hindsight I wish I coulda showed ya …...I wish I coulda showed ya Before that great depression of your thirties got a hold of ya Take ya down town, to show ya the end of the road for ya Shoulda lived you life and just been happy, wish I told ya Fuck that, I need fame now I want radio plays that make em say wow I wanna play to crowds, in Chinese arenas Signing Co.Z philanthropy agreements Like swoosh... but I got funds no profit Mommy's hedgefund shoulda got me into Harvard Business. But I drove different, retarded Cause more artists fail than there are to get started Count it, check 1 2, hit the lime light Jack of Co.Z, now I got my time right So you gunna hear me, cause I got my mind right See it all clearly in 2020 hindsight 2020 Hindsight, wish I coulda been successful But I put stress on myself, and then it all ends depressed and regretful When I look to my past only see my tragic flaws Like I shoulda knew that, I was trippin hence the fall I act like I'm new jack, I'm just the same getting older 2020 hindsight I wish I coulda showed ya Sometimes I don't believe in the future My pleasure's leaking suffering I think I need some sutures Shoulda told the kids in Connecticut, 'there's someone coming to shoot ya' Shoulda told the shooter, 'sorry society rudely bruised ya' But apologies rejected, yes, that should be expected It's set that the one that kills is killed, yet we call it corrective Possibilities deflected, broken precedence respected I'm a carcass of regrets which I've collected and erected And how'm I helping the planet? I don't understand it My life is great, but I fight with hate Daily, how do y'all manage? Shoulda known better, kept the girl in love Used my manners I blame me in the past 'Fuck you Jack, I wish you planned this I wish I coulda Known' 2020 Hindsight I wish you coulda seen 2020 Hindsight I wish I coulda told ya 2020 Hindsight What you could have been I wish you coulda seen When I look to my past only see my tragic flaws Like I shoulda knew that, I was trippin hence the fall I act like I'm new jack, I'm just the same getting older 2020 hindsight I wish I coulda showed ya When I look to my past only see my tragic flaws Like I shoulda knew that, I was trippin hence the fall I act like I'm new jack, I'm just the same getting older 2020 hindsight I wish I coulda showed ya

Living in the dark Tryinga' shed a little bit of light Everybody got a big bark I'm just worried one of them is gon' bite Society is tearing me apart Can't remember when I started this fight “Ignant Ass Mutherfucking Beat" I feel like I've been living in the dark Tryinga shed a little bit of light Everybody got a big bark I'm just worried one of them is gon' bite Society is tearing me apart Can't remember when I started this fight I feel like I've been living in the dark Can you be the spark to bring me to the light? "Will you be my Spark? ‘Steada tearing’ me apart We’re stuck here in the darK Will you be my Spark?" Everybody bringing me down But I'm worried that it's really just me I'm a whisper in a world full of sound It feels like no one listens, it feels like no one sees All they do is study, count, chase, want, need They don't ever think, plan, wait, or take heed Me I find myself somewhere lost in between Cautionsly impulsive with altruistic greed I should be out grindin, but I’m here rapping Wouldn’t even make that much if my shit went platinum And if it’s for the fame most won’t even know I happened And if it’s for the passion why aren’t I always glad then? Did John Lennon imagine, his fame would get him shot? Did Jack Kennedy really need the drop top? Does my pessimism need to take a pit stop? Or if I let it in would I just be right a whole lot? "Will you be my Spark? ‘Steada tearing’ me apart We’re stuck here in the darK Will you be my Spark? Bring me to the light I believe you this time Throw up my fears And I won’t bark and I won’t bite Be my Spark..." Tryinga get outta of slump, tryinga get a bump, tryinga get a rise Look into my eyes, I ain’t tryinga stunt, I ain’t tryinga front I’m tryinga get high Make um say 'uh, damn a crakah fly, but if he talking junk, I’ma ask a crackah why' I ain’t gunna lie, just to tell em what they want Santa ain’t alive, guess the Fam lied huh? Who you gon trust? Trust in beauty Do what you must, don’t adjust to their duties But don’t act rudely, slutty nor prudely It’s hard to find the middle like the way is hidden to me The light is unruly, the dark is kinda racist The world they go and show to me, I really can’t take it Lucky if I make it, before I fall apart Divided thus I take both the light and the dark Spark "Dark Spark Spark Dark Spark"

They tell me what I gotta do But I gotta do (gotta do) what I gotta do So just do you, and I'ma do me too I be true to me, cause we gotta do what we do Life comes at ya in chapters, there's fears, tears, and there's laughter Days and weeks they flow past ya, sometimes the years they go faster All along the way we dream, to end up happily ever after But we can't agree on what pleasure is and it ends up in disaster The Rabbi hates the Pastor, the Pastor wanna be pope Both of em deal religion, like fake rappers claim to deal dope And then we got the CEOs, sucking up all that coke Everybody got vices, are we real about it? Nope They tell me what I gotta do But I gotta do (gotta do) what I gotta do So just do you, and I'ma do me too I be true to me, cause we gotta do what we do They tell me what I gotta do But I gotta do (gotta do) what I gotta do So just do you, and I'ma do me too I be true to me, cause we gotta do what we do We already do what we do, cause that's all we know how to But we only tell half the facts, cause we don't wanna show whats true I only ever know about me, and I don't ever think that I'm you But I wonder why you never try to see another way or walk in someone else's shoes The things you think are rude, might be misinterpreted So when you're rude to me I brush that off and fucking work with it Then when you act a jerk with it, I know to walk away I ain't interested in bullshit, but have a nice day They tell me what I gotta do But I gotta do (gotta do) what I gotta do So just do you, and I'ma do me too I be true to me, cause we gotta do what we do They tell me what I gotta do But I gotta do (gotta do) what I gotta do So just do you, and I'ma do me too I be true to me, cause we gotta do what we do All I do is spit verses, throw these beat in herses Practice, bring it back, practice practice till i'm spittin trap shit perfect But I ain't deal no drugs, well okay, but not that much though All I wanna do is spit truth no bullshit so you ain't gotta flush yo Hating oh Jack, shush prick, I'm trying bring rap justice Intellegent lyrics, ignanat beats, in yo brain till it's stuck bitch Everybody gotta be honest to themselves or end up lonely Ignant on the beat, with Jack McCrack and Jack of Co.Z

Capital Punishment Payin my taxes While they're aiming at black kids They say you pay for protection But what have they done with it Get protected if you're rich Make the poor kids run for it But they make them pay taxes, capital punishment Hit em with the gatz that the taxes bought aim at black kids heart That's capital punishment I be in the benz that my momma bought me Must be pissing that cop that caught me But I’ll be getting off cause I’ll pay that court fee And they were all impressed by the college that taught me But it ain’t about class though, right? And it couldn’t be the fact that I’m white? Seemed like a black kid get's killed every night Cause society convinced the damn cop he's a fright I pay my taxes, wouldn’t win the fight ‘gainst the IRS, that government might Send cops to my door, long arm of the law That gang I pay for, say it aint gang life The police gang of america Ms13 *psh* they ain’t fucking scared of ya Lucky I’m Irish and white My uncles a hibernian cop, but dey aint even heard of ya Careful bout your race, they may murder ya It isn’t just the southern cops now that play dirtier It’s not just about race, but it is about wrong Been years in the making the life they serving ya And all I do is make songs Go ahead sing along Click like, repost Let life carry on They way they treating these kids Get em tortured like folks While the crackah spitting this shit Still just makin jokes But I don’t really know I can just watch How it it feels to live in fear of the mutherfucking cops

Hashtag trap funeral, Twitter said you died T.I. teared up, and Rick Ross strait cried It musta been the hats, guess they got too high With my bass real low, the day trap beats died The shit went pop, so RIP to trap Wait a second, call a doctor, tell the DJ bring it back The trap beat dropped, but the music didn't stop Nah it just went pop, but long live hip hop The artists don't die, they just fly the top And then they go pop, but long live hip hop I remember where I was the day hip hop died Pirate Bay downloading Nas' album online I don't know where I was the first day that we met though That was before everybody wanted to play with techno Hip hop and tech had a baby named dup step Hip hop's li ttle brother's fame was about to come next Strait up out the drug nest, always on some high hats Trap Music, take some 808, apply rap With some Slow flow, and some simple punches And you people eat it up, mmm scrumptious But big business beat it up, for money for they lunches The radio plays it, got bitches panties up in bunches So the people that knew said it was dead But the truth is that money just made it change instead Big business could never make real hip hop flop But if you hear it on the radio or TV it popped The trap beat dropped, but the music didn't stop Nah it just went pop, but long live hip hop The artists don't die, they just fly the top And then they go pop, but long live hip hop Why do we love P O P Gee ee tea sea oh dot zee Reach for the top, you might go pop But stay true and you, you'll make no money when your tape drops But is it their fault? It's probably mine Because I still play trap beats all of the time We work hard, play easy, hoes pop, pimps slap See a rapper, there's a crackah making money in back And you know that ain't right, unless they deserve that I rap it, but the hype man might be why you have heard Jack But when it's a label, you're a horse in their stable And they shoot you as soon as you seem you're lame or disabled And the tell you a fable, sell you your own soul So now you're in their pocket and they need you to blow And then they make say no homo And shit to sell on clothes Y O L O I wanna get to the top, so I can make it all stop But I bet I'll forget about it if my shits pops, pops The trap beat dropped, but the music didn't stop Nah it just went pop, but long live hip hop The artists don't die, they just fly the top And then they go pop, but long live hip hop Why do we love P O P G E T C O dot Z

“Ignant Ass Mutherfucking Beat" Jack The Ripper East Coast shit & Down Under Shout out Bathurst You know, you know Hanh They’re comfortable with ignorance Countries of indifference, ignorant of hinderance Like “um, that’s not a word” But you know what I was saying crackah who’s being absurd Here. Stopped goin to class up in my third year Still got a degree and now I’m chilling spitting words, cheers But they don’t want the wordy theories that the nerds hear Like Dead Prez or Lupe, dumb down for thei'r word fear ...Suck a teeth, what an arrogant prick You learn more culture than school, so I ain’t hearing that shit That you only know lots, if you don’t blow rocks Y’all won’t know don’t rip a bong without clearing that shit 'Crackah what you talkin bout?' DJ Unkly walk it out The value to education, privatized? chalk it out Cause they killed it, corporations real rich While the Banks real dicks, students loan real thick Ones playing college sports like bitches for mic vick An intern isn’t a whore, ones paid to like dick But yo I like quit, cause my mom’s like rich So I sit around and spit bullshit like this Hop, um...to the mutherfucking hip I’m hear to Jack hip hop from that Iggy white bitch She be like “Uhh but this isn’t mine And why’d you call me a bitch?” society likes the rhyme Listen Iggy we both from Down Under Or like, Europe, if they really start to wonder But shout out to rift valley, Africa Our common ancestors probably laughed it up Adam and Eve had incestuous babies I got whiteness from my parents, like rabies Nah I’m being crazy... Nah I’m prolly playing, nope i'm inbred Imbedded genes and insanity up in my head Buzzfeed told me I should be watching for my dread Facebook newsfeed frightens me nightly to bed Did you see what they said? I’m a vampire, among rapists Say I mighta stole that Say I may take this If i got carte blanche, than I’d rather go and brake this Other crackah benefiting from his race and fake shit Cop shooting black kids and now I see thei'r faces But never legislation preventing or replacing The peoples and the issues thus forever in rotation If I say I can’t take it, I still escaped unscathed kid Amazing, this crackah’s aware, but still complacent Comfortably raping in his studio, prolly blazing Jacking rap from blacker kids like cultural invasion But stealing culture is my culture, so that's preservation Right? Why you raping bout this? We aint comfortable with topics we don’t like You Ignant?

East Coast shit Down Under They’re comfortable with ignorance Countries of indifference, ignorant of hinderance Like “um, that’s not a word” But you know what I was saying crackah who’s being absurd Here. Stopped goin to class up in my third year Still got a degree and now I’m chilling spitting words, cheers But they don’t want the wordy theories that the nerds hear Like Dead Prez or Lupe, dumb down for their word fear ...Suck a teeth, what an arrogant prick You learn more culture than school, so I ain’t hearing that shit That you only know lots, if you don’t blow rocks Y’all won’t know don’t rip a bong without clearing that shit Crackah what you talkin bout? DJ Unkly walk it out The value to education, privatized? chalk it out Cause they killed it, corporations real rich While the Banks real dicks, students loan real thick Ones playing college sports like bitches for mic vick An intern isn’t a whore, ones paid to like dick But yo I like quit, cause my mom’s like rich So I sit around and spit bullshit like this Hop, um, to the mutherfucking hip I’m hear to Jack hip hop from that Iggy white bitch She be like “Uhh but this isn’t mine And why’d you call me a bitch?” society likes the rhyme Listen Iggy we both from down under Or like, Europe if they really start to wonder But shout out to rift valley, Africa Our common ancestors probably laughed it up Adam and Eve had incestuous babies I got whiteness from my parents, like rabies Nah I’m being crazy... Nah I’m prolly playing, nope i'm inbred Imbedded genes and insanity up in my head Buzzfeed told me I should be watching for my dread Facebook newsfeed frightens me nightly to bed Did you see what they said? I’m a vampire, among rapists Say I mighta stole that Say I may take this If i got carte blanche, than I’d rather go and brake this Other crackah benefiting from his race and fake shit Cop shooting black kids and now I see their faces But never legislation preventing or replacing The peoples and the issues thus forever in rotation If I say I can’t take it, I still escaped unscathed kid Amazing, this crackahs aware, but still complacent Comfortably raping in his studio, prolly blazing Jacking rap from blacker kids like cultural invasion But stealing culture is my culture, so that's preservation Right? Why you raping bout this? We aint comfortable with topics we don’t like You Ignant?