Lyrics Thanks - JackSounds

(Jack is producing bangers)

I'm an image maker
Pablo way I go and picture paint it
From a different angle, I just lit the flame up
Got the formula, encrypt the data
Ever since the day one, I've been down with this
All it takes is just a lot of working and a little patience
And I'm 'bout to be the proof of it
I'm 'bout to whip it quick, I gotta interstate it
I just drop this shit and then they imitate it
Ain't no squares 'round me, ain't no pixelation
We're just getting started and this shit is crazy
I've been puffing loud till the windows foggy
And the whip is hazy when I'm whipping lately
Only showing face if I'm getting payment (Yeah)
Roll the wraith if I hit the pavement
Gotta do it man, I live for greatness and it's on
Keep my foot up on the gas
I see 'em looking when I pass
I do my cooking in the lab
I leave the bullshit in the past
I'm seeing through it like it's glass (Yeah, seeing through it)
With the movement, it's a fact
I put the music on the map
I got it booming in the trap
They cannot do it like it's Jack (Sounds)

This shit come out of the spirit, it's real when you know
I am just here for the show
Ain't got no fear it's a go, whoa, whoa (Yeah)
This shit come out and you hear it, it's real when you know
When I'm in here, make a toast
Ain't got no fear it's a go, whoa

Sipping on good and my tree right (Yeah)
Keep it on go, it's a green light
Motherfuckers are not really ever who they seem like
Cannot come at me if you ain't even got your team right, facts, yeah (Facts)
Get your bread up, gotta eat right (Eat)
Only going in if it seem right
You are never somebody who I would ever be like, damn

A-a-action only
People talking but they're never really taking action on it
I've been plotting on this shit for five years
Plus I'm grinding and I got the passion for it
In the laboratory
I've been cooking up and shitting on 'em like I'm in the lavatory
I've been married to the game but I ain't talking 'bout no matrimony
It just happened homie, yeah (Whoa, whoa)

This shit come out of the spirit, it's real when you know (Aye)
I'm tryna fly overseas and go make me 150 a piece for a show
I gotta twist up a raw, I've been getting so high but I'm constantly keeping it low
And I swear that I'm in it for real, I've been living this way for reason, believe it's a go

And you ain't ever gonna be me (No)
I can dish it like a Petri
I've been smoking on the kiwi
While I'm sipping on the Fiji

(Jack is producing bangers)