Jackie Art - Banter Lyrics

Who wanna see if the kid got it
People put in positions and diggin they way up out it
Inverted philosphys nigga spittin like socartes
While im smokin on lots of trees, aint nun new about it
See thats old news
Bringing rap flavour im major
Lyrics act like soul food
Fightin for the rights of my life
Vs sum white old dudes
Pack in the bag wavin my flag
All for attack im havin a blast
Representing what ive gone thru
Jus anotha nigga
Tryna eat dinner
Wifey booty take 2 seats of a sprinter
Lord knows i been a sinner
Stackin chips for da winter
Go hard in the paint itsa jungle
Typa cinder block
Injure Opps
Gettin guap
To get the guap
Rinse and repeat that shit my nigga
It be in the plot
We be hot
When it comes to talkin
What we plannin
In the planet we demand
Respect, cars and the mansion
We aint askin
We just get to blastin
No bullets just words
Metaphor for you has beens
Ass twits backwards bastards
This aint be fraction
Of what we got planned for da action
Throwin stones from glass house bitch
We gone get to crackin Shatterin
Any body that fuck with the Family im battering
Get you flipped boi i aint talkin Bout gravity
Get over here it gone end
Badly, fatality
With a lil bit of ritalin
I could be killin the villain
With venomus rhythm
Id hit em
The coldest so sick em
Dey quittin the quippin they shittin the bed
Im bustin they heads
Jackie art attack
All colours see red on god
Till im dead

Who wanna see if the kid got it
People put in positions and diggin they way up out it
Inverted philosphys nigga spittin like socartes
While im smokin on lots of trees, aint nun new about it
See thats old news
Bringing rap flavour im major
Lyrics act like soul food
Fightin for the rights of my life
Vs sum white old dudes
Pack in the bag wavin my flag
All for attack im havin a blast
Representing what ive gone thru
Jus anotha nigga
Tryna eat dinner
Wifey booty take 2 seats of a sprinter
Lord knows i been a sinner
Stackin chips for da winter
Go hard in the paint itsa jungle
Typa cinder block
Injure Opps
Gettin guap
To get the guap
Rinse and repeat that shit my nigga
It be in the plot
We be hot
When it comes to talkin
What we plannin
In the planet we demand
Respect, cars and the mansion
We aint askin
We just get to blastin
No bullets just words
Metaphor for you has beens
Ass twits backwards bastards
This aint be fraction
Of what we got planned for da action
Throwin stones from glass house bitch
We gone get to crackin Shatterin
Any body that fuck with the Family im battering
Get you flipped boi i aint talkin Bout gravity
Get over here it gone end
Badly, fatality
With a lil bit of ritalin
I could be killin the villain
With venomus rhythm
Id hit em
The coldest so sick em
Dey quittin the quippin they shittin the bed
Im bustin they heads
Jackie art attack
All colours see red on god
Till im dead