JacknJill (feat. Roulette) Video (MV)

Rollin down the hill, they call us Jack n Jill
Acting rich, but they've never seen a fifty dollar bill
Climbing up again, call me Jill (Call me Jack)
Spitting the lyrical flow, we came to attack
Rollin down the hill, they call us Jack n Jill
Acting rich, but they've never seen a fifty dollar bill
Climbing up again, call me Jill (Call me Jack)
Spitting the lyrical flow, we came to attack

Bitch I ain't never seen a fiddy pound note (Fiddy pound note, yo)
But I've said and I quote
I don't need to boast (Yuh, yuh)
I've already got everything I rate
I've already lost your respect so what else can you take (So what else can you take)
I don't need that Supreme or BAPE (Supreme or BAPE)
When there's more to worry about like crime and rape (When there's more to worry about like crime and rape)
The current rap game is a shit show
When people go to shows, people just watch it through their phones
Sometimes I like to spit slow
Sometimes I like to spit fast
You know when I drop on a beat
I'm a lyrical athlete (Jheeze, Jheeze, Jheeze)
You know I don't like to be discrete
Can't be found on the high street
My bars are heavy like concrete
I'll mash your brains into mince meat (Roulette)
All this shit takes time
I don't wanna hear you whine (I don't wanna hear you whine)
I don't wanna see you tryna get away from real life (I don't wanna see you tryna get away from real life)
Don't take it for granted you only get one (Don't take it for granted you only get one)
And trust me you can't get it back when it's gone (you can't get it back when it's gone)

Rollin down the hill, they call us Jack n Jill
Acting rich, but they've never seen a fifty dollar bill
Climbing up again, call me Jill (Call me Jack)
Spitting the lyrical flow, we came to attack
Rollin down the hill, they call us Jack n Jill
Acting rich, but they've never seen a fifty dollar bill
Climbing up again, call me Jill (Call me Jack)
Spitting the lyrical flow, we came to attack (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)

Roulette and Baggins rolling down the hill like Jack and Jill
And imma bet your favourite rappers, they ain't half as ill (They ain't half as ill)
Can't match the skill, Baggins will attack at will
With Roulette packin a gat, we about to rack the kills (Yuh, Ay)
Imma roll up to your city
And imma pull up on your bitch and imma bust on her titties
All these fake ass rapper dudes say they be stacking the fiddies (Yea)
They ain't got a pot to piss in, ain't got jack in their kitties (Bars)
Yuh, ay, They say this crackers gotta go coz imma lyrical rapper, but got a mumble rapper flow (but got a mumble rapper flow)
Yuh, me and Roulette about to blow
Like a bitch with a suicide vest and amputated toe
Operating on the game alive, and I'm about to roll the dice like I'm playing the game of life (Ay, Ay)
I made the same mistakes twice, I'm spitting razor blades, this shits a piece of cake, who wants a slice (Who wants a slice)

You know I'm on top of my game (Ay)
These rappers ain't popping the same, Imma fire them lyrical shots at your brain (Yea, yea, yea)
They tryna spit hella quick thinking they're hella sick they ain't got nothing to say
I'm feeling quite devilish lately been revelling feel like a renegade, but sick like a bellyache (Ay, ay)
You know I'm on top of my game (Yea)
These rappers ain't popping the same, Imma fire them lyrical shots at your brain
They tryna spit hella quick thinking they're hella sick they ain't got nothing to say (Baggins, Roulette)
I'm feeling quite devilish lately been (F*ck sake, haha)