Z4l Guatti - Black Jack (feat. Leakaveli) Lyrics

I'm living a rockstar dreaming
Know that feeling when you keep it (Hey)
Pouring up the syrup
Cause I know it got you feening
I ain't living with no action
I ain't seeing to be seeing (Hey)
King don, all it take is one
I know you don't believe it, yea
Yea, finna' turn up on these hoe n****s (Turn up, turn up, turn up, aye)
I don't know them boys
I don't know no n***a (I don't know, don't know 'em, aye)
You is not a gangsta
Won't pull no trigger
And them bitches know ya' lame
Won't f*ck with ya'

Leakaveli season in affect as we speak (Speak)
Listen up, don't you interrupt when I speak (Speak)
I can sense n****s negative energy (Get back)
I can feel a leach trying eat off of me (Get back)
I'll be a legend when I die
Watch and see (Yea!)
Ima' live forever in the sky with J.C (Yea)
I feel kind of bad for the n****s that hate me (Yea)
Strapped up like eastwood, I can't let them take me
They want me to stop, but it just ain't no way (No way)
I'm so rock n' roll, r.i.p Kurt Cobain (Cobain)
Can't wait 'till I blow, ima' hit like a train
I get way too turnt
Act like I just lost my brain (Turn up! Aye!)
I roll up a tree top and go up like a kite (High)
Rocking with lil' shorty, cause she know what I like (I like)
She go super crazy when I give her this pipe (Yea)
Stroke her with some passion, it make her act just right

I'm living a rockstar dreaming
Know that feeling when you keep it (Hey)
Pouring up the syrup
Cause I know it got you feening
I ain't living with no action
I ain't seeing to be seeing (Hey)
King don, all it take is one
I know you don't believe it, yea
Yea, finna' turn up on these hoe n****s (Turn up, turn up, turn up, aye)
I don't know them boys
I don't know no n***a (I don't know, don't know 'em, aye)
You is not a gangsta
Won't pull no trigger
And them bitches know ya' lame
Won' f*ck with ya'

Pissed off
I'm all fore it, like a n***a playing golf
Cook with the left, like my name is Randolph
Fluent with the rolly, ion' see no tick-tock
All of my n****s solid, we stay with them big rocks
Everybody want money, don't care 'bout no feelings (No)
Say you down for the team, ion' see no sequence (Fraud)
I'm dripping expensive water (Drip)
Yo' shit Straight out the toilet (Shit)
No face, no case, mission done
Ain't worried 'bout hiddin' the bodies (Low)
All of that jewelry different colors
Feel like Dennis Rodman (Yea)
I got a black jack for 'em, ima' let it pop it (Jack)
Guatti, Leak, straight to the bucks
Like we from Milwaukee (Check)
Ain't no more talking, we just collecting
That's the new hobby (Hey)
Ion' never get a break (Naw, naw)
Catch me in the back room and make that ass shake
Lot of pills on a desk in a tray (Molly, molly)
I stash it in the drawer, now it ain't nothing else to say, yea

I'm living a rockstar dreaming
Know that feeling when you keep it (Hey)
Pouring up the syrup
Cause I know it got you feening
I ain't living with no action
I ain't seeing to be seeing (Hey)
King don, all it take is one
I know you don't believe it, yea
Yea, finna' turn up on these hoe n****s (Turn up, turn up, turn up, aye)
I don't know them boys
I don't know no n***a (I don't know, don't know 'em, aye)
You is not a gangsta, won't pull no trigger
And them bitches know ya' lame, won't f*ck with ya'