Jack's Idle Hands Lyrics

I been up, for a hundred days, running through the maze

Made a Fucking hundred plays

I been, I been, I been, I been...

I been up for a hundred days, running through the maze

I ain’t really fucking fazed

Crawled up, dug right up out my Grave

Rap don’t work we muthafucking rob shit

You ain’t gotta don’t worry, cause we all know you ain’t got shit

Problem when we on, even worse when we Off shit

Bloaw bloaw bloaw, from the window when we pop shit

Talk for me when I’m pissed

Talk bout it but you ain’t know what it is

Fuck with me? gon really wish he didn’t

Hard when I pull your shit apart and break it wit my fists

Bully on his shit

I been running through the sticks

Might just pull up on your steps

I been dead, but I ain’t rest

Boy I think you know what’s next

Fuck with me, we don’t fuck round

Smith and Wesson gonna leave em slumped, better Duck Down

Never had shit boy, ill Never get enough now

Took a lil break sorry for the wait, We up now

Breathe smoke die slow, y’all sleeping

Put a hole in anything won’t fuck for the species

Death to the leaches, Oil on the beaches

Might not like it, but know y’all need us

I am the heart That just kept fucking beating

Sometimes it’s hard for these lungs to keep breathing

Jacks Idle Hands just asking for a reason...

Cause they gon start squeezing and kill these demons

Oil on the waves

Blood on the plate

I’m not here to save ya

I'm not here to Savior

Bully on his shit

I been running through the sticks

Might just pull up on your steps

I been dead, but I ain’t rest

Boy I think you know what’s next