Restless Jack - Footsie, CASisDEAD

I put in the work all day

Yeah I’m the guy who said that

Mind how you speak on my name

'Cause I’ve got more tunes for your rasclat headback

In my pocket’s a jetpack

I’m dressed in jet black

I hope you eediats get that

Send a man up to the sky like a rocket

Now man’s nothing but dirt and ashes

Man thought he could laugh and mock it

Stash box where the mash and cash is

Ring that, you’ll see nothing but flashes

All I hear is nothing but gas

Phonebook’s nothing but crooks and gashes

Rudeboy that’s not sauce, why you forcing it?

It’s the return of the Jedi

My yout' that’s not beef, it’s got horse in it

The new wap came with teeth, don’t give me a call for it

I’m up late like a fox is

Busting up bags and boxes

Pure wins, couple losses

That’s how the life of a boss is

The life of a made man

Growing up in the hood made man

These ugly streets paid man

And if a man come round me talking shit

I’d make like a barber and fade man

Sideman ting, na you ain’t the main

Badman ting, na we ain’t the same

Don’t fuck about blud, this ain’t a…

I said don’t fuck about blud, this ain’t a game

Stay in your lane, man’s breezing

Apply some pressure and squeeze him

Put him on ice and freeze him

Bad mind, niggas don’t wanna see me up

Fuck them any way, bare tings free up

Man can’t fuck with my plug or re-up

Try fuck with my state or status

Then you’ll see crazy apparatus

Your name must be Jacob’s

You must be crackers

'Cause you will get shaken like maracas

I know 'bout the trapping

I know 'bout the whipping

Gymnastics ting, I know 'bout the flipping

I know the wappers, I know the dippers

And I also know that 'nough of you pussy’oles are some fibbers

Yeah, I drop it off

Straight there, no stopping off

Popular now it’s popping off

Let a chart-topping sort top me off

Hoes pussy-pop for attention

Pussy-popping up in my mentions

Non-stop popping Adderall

Like a nigga always in detention

Mask on face 'cause they say man’s sick

Dunno what to say when they hear man spit

Push up their face like it smells of shit

Talking slick

End up with a walking stick

Fake — you don’t walk with a stick

I’m in your chick’s crib with my dick out

More chicks than you can shake a stick at

Whipping that yam like Aunty

Couple of gram plus Arm & Hammer

Two in my hand and a dark bandanna

I got it if you’re looking, meet me in the manor

Win the rat race, you’re still a rat

More than one way to skin a cat

White cats skinning up in his flat

Niggas stay talking all this crap

But they’ve never held a strap

Niggas stay talking all this trap

Don’t fall for it, it’s a trap

Parked by a tree covered in sap

Ticket warden tried it, hold a slap

Slipping if you think man are slack

They ain’t original, it’s a fact

I’m with King Original he’s got my back

Try perform then man’ll clap

Brain dead, Dead Team, that is that