Yeah I Hit her with the hammer, down in Alabama, She Do it while I’m sleepin’, still in my pajamas, boy, Listen to my grammar, never stutter, never stammer, I do it for the glory and you do it for the glamour, Yeah, You do it for the camera, but the rest is mine, Fuck livin’, in Heaven everything is fine, yeah Please remind me, who designed me? I Can’t stop, I got hip-hop behind me, perfect timing yeah When shit changed, I never used any nicknames, Except when I slapped you, they was callin’ me Rick James, I play tired just so I can stay wired, I'm playin’ no games, set the arcade fire, Nah, You can’t touch me, admit it, it’s true, because I do what I please, and I please what I do, it’s very evident that we all think that we’re intelligent, Despite the lack of relevant, undeniable evidence, My benevolence has fought with my malevolence, Ever since evil’s prevalence made better sense that's right, gave ya baby mama that act right/ and left stains you can still see under blacklight/ it’s better when it hurts, from the chorus to the verse/ my nights are getting better but my days are getting worse/ i’m the tip of a sword and I’m in your gun’s chamber/ underneath the trigger when you’re aiming at a stranger/ anger, shoot will robinson, danger/ i’m as harmless as Jesus sleeping in the manger/ one for the money, two for the dough, three to get paid and there aint no fo/

I keep my enemies close, because i kinda like ‘em, Friendship is just that rare, I’m always fightin', then one day they're just not there, i call it lightning, and people act like they don’t care, it’s kinda frightening, There’s not a pain that I won’t bare to stay enlightened,  with good people who won’t care if I’m exciting, until the day that I don't share what I be writing, I guess I'll try to be less scared and more inviting, my lethal flow is here to let you people know that you should always see the show and never let your people go, Try and let your people know what you be feeling on the low, Always let your people grow, but never let your people go Cause people come and people go some people run, some people show some people dumb, some people know some people good and some are evil on the low  Can I tell you the truth, man? Can I tell you the truth, man? Can I tell you the truth? I see the hidden you the forbidden you, I see the kid in you, there’s not a lot we didn’t do no, this isn’t you, tell me that it isn’t true, we were best friends, bro, we were on a mission, too…. Can I tell you the truth, man? Can I tell you the truth, man? Can I tell you the truth? people come and people go

I hear these people talking man they plotting out my grave, Half you niggas rappin never gave it what I gave, You can shut me out but I will never die a slave, Forever speak my mind and hell no I won’t behave, They say I’m gettin’ old, fuck it man, I'm still alive, a true fighter til the end, I’ll never take a dive, I’ve never listened to the news, like I'm 45, I’m on a season one and two rick and morty vibe, Hate the sin, not the sinner, that’s beginner, be a winner, smile more, drink water, be thinner, skip dinner, look inner, don’t be a web spinner, let Man’s hate leave, let God’s love enter Yeah I like to get it crunk when I’m rappin, Pumped when I’m rappin usually I’m drunk when it happen Please—Keep the feedback, pass the weed bag Ima need that when I’m done here, please believe that They aint likin what I’m sayin, guess I’m bipolar They wanna take my energy but they should try solar I got jokes, I’m a lvl 55 troller Rolled up in this bitch high, I’m a high roller The city’s burning, no one’s learning from the past, (damn) But I can tell the tide’s turning pretty fast (damn) Killin people for their views can’t last, man Wear the wrong color hat, that’s yo ass, man Might as well throw your rights in the trash can, Fuck that, I’d rather die, this a last stand They say I don’t know the black man’s struggle, Cause I’m light-skinned? You see, that’s the black man’s trouble I keep steady tellin’ them: “look past the melanin” dont mind me, this room has an elephant... I guess that’s not relevant I’m not that intelligent Honestly, I’m more balls than brains My mind is wide open, no walls or chains And if we all really had the gall to change We could free the whole world from all its pains Instead I smoke a blunt until the roach is left, no more food in my house so the roaches left now I’m sittin' by myself, am I hopeless yet? cause i think my new song is my dopest yet Black lives only matter if the cops white If a nigga pull the trigga, then it’s locked tight Put the brothers killin brothers in the spotlight We all see what’s goin on and it’s not right.

Yeah buddy, I’m rappin for the love of the game/ i laid my roots down in Dallas, it was never the same/ every time i did a show you would remember the name/ it’s Jon Banks, give thanks that I entered the game/ bro I saw alotta shit, yet remained a believer, never had much, never needed much, either, coughing' up blood since I caught rap fever, the monkey on my back don't give a fuck, neither, Already bored and I'm looking for a challenge, jack of all trades and a man of many talents, my life's in the balance--this ain't a game, homey, I'll rip this mic til the whole game know me, Ten years spittin and I'm just gettin started, Gonna keep it moving til my name gets charted, don't get me started, I'll go retarded, gimme this beat man, go 'head, restart it, Ya best flow's been sitting on death row,That's half my cash, bro, but where the rest, tho live in the metro, raw like pesto,the future will be using my style and call it "retro",be it hip-hop, rock, or electro, I'm all over music, poppin' up like presto…got my team looking’ up like "let’s go…” listen close, hear the truth in ya headphones... I’m like a hot plate,/make ya boom box shake,/real player on ya desktop, I am not fake,/feel it in my heart rate, sorry i am not drake, /someone tell these niggas what my name is for God's sake,/any man wanna fight I hit him like a minivan, dropping dope shit, been the hottest since 2010,/flowin' cause I'm heartless, glowing in the darkness/shut the city down nobody living gonna stop this!/I gotta wreck it every time I'm on a record,/one hand on my dick the other on my black & decker,/And I don't gotta brag, I be getting it by any means,/feeling like a porn star walkin' up in skinny jeans,/get an eyeful, isn't it delightful,/killing niggas with my words, i don't need a rifle,/raised in the hood son, comin' out P-Grove,/waking up to gunshots, sleeping while they reload,/hesitate--think before you speak because I never wait,/leave the show, with ya hoe, call ya when I penetrate, /hit you with that uppercut, smile as you levitate,/elevate, nigga Jon Banks is forever great/ DEUCE

Yeah, they always saying’ something/but i gave em nothin’ Yeah you better stand for something/ cause i will fall for nothin’ Tell me boy what are you huffin?/ no I aint buyin nothing Sorry bro, I think I’m alright, I’m alright.. (x2) Yeah I’m sick in the head and I should’ve been dead, I should’ve been trappin’, I’m rappin instead/ these niggas don’t know me, they sleeping in bed/ I’m out with they girls and I'm keepin’ it wet/ I’m gone, (bye) people they tell me I’m wrong, (what) but I keep moving along, With God, I’m never alone no i don’t give a damn (no) no you’ll never understand (no) yeah, i always had a plan (yeah) i’m my own biggest fan (yeah) can someone tell me what happened to honesty? surrounded by these shoulda/coulda wannabes, Hoes jumping, wallabies, I guess we’re all who we think we really gotta be yeah they always saying’ something/but i gave em nothin’ Yeah you better stand for something/ cause i will fall for nothin’ Tell me boy what are you huffin?/ no I aint buyin nothing Sorry bro, I think I’m alright, I’m alright.. (x2)

they cant hold me down, that’s a hard fact, who the best nigga spittin, oh don’t start that, yeah they call me light-skinned, but my heart’s black, yeah they tried to dog me until I barked back, even when I was a kid i always talked back, keep the bullshit nigga, I don’t want that, I got nothin but the pain, for these swamp rats, go and pop the champagne—cause Jon’s back! I sprinkle these rappers on my sandwiches, al bundy on the mic, I cant stand bitches, I’m a genie in the booth and I grant wishes, Spittin’ nothing but the truth, yeah I’m ambitious, Now, they wanna take me down cause my hat’s red, But I don’t give a hot damn, now that that’s said, Live free or die sleeping on a flat bed, See me at my next show before I’m clapped dead

I’m going nuts like a young slim shady or an old tom brady spittin fire outta Hades, never needed a Mercedes to get dome from the ladies, been alone since the 80s, spraying hoes with the babies I’ve fist fought at every school that I’ve been to Half of y’all niggas couldn’t guess what I been through I ain’t gotta prove shit cause I’m bullshit proof I swallow hard times so that I can shit truth Call the SS baby, cause I got the juice I done lit the fuse, fuckin up the track, it’s abuse it was begging me to stop, I said fine, it’s a truce Then I yelled “sike!”, headed to the mic and let it loose —That’s a fact. —and I’m black — I know it’s hurtin some of y’all to hear that! —but it’s a wrap —on this rap —best rapper in the city, no cap

we had just met at a show, but we smoked up all of the dro, i was comin down down down down down (x2) they shoulda wrapped with a bow, yeah you always had such a glow you were never down down down down down (x2) I dont wanna tell her that i came back I dont wanna try and light the flame back She's prolly never even gave me one thought... ...fuck it, I'ma go and shoot my jumpshot (yes sir) And you know I hit it with a swish started talkin just like we were kids told her somethin' funny, then we kissed and then i hit it like i never missed i swear to God i don't know as much as I think I do... no sir

I remember when the baby died, you were looking at me crazy-eyed/ you didn't want it and it made me cry/ maybe I, saw the real you for a minute/ you had a game-plan but the kid wasn't in it/ mother fuck that clinic, I ain't been the same man since/ there ain't nothing really making any damn sense/ there’s a void, all I’m feelin’ is an absence/ wish we never would’ve met or ever had sex/ why’d you even tell me if I didn’t get a say/shoulda kept it to yourself if you were gonna get your way/ now I’m thinkin what he looked like, would’ve looked like/and I’m shook right, cause truth told bitch you would’ve made a good wife/ And I’m never comin back... No, I’m never comin back... I’m never comin’ back... Tonight I’m goin in and I’m never comin back... And I’m never goin back... No, I’m never goin back... I’m never goin’ back... Tonight I’m going in, and I’m never goin' back... I kept every note you wrote me back in high school/flash forward, now you play me like a damn fool/ what made it worse is we both made plans for the wedding/ but we were never good at forgive and forgetting/ neither of us gave everything we were getting/ never really knew which way we were heading/ but the love made us feel like we were ready/we both brought bags, and we knew they were heavy/ remember when you told me there was no God?/ “The beginning of the end” was my first thought/ “Six years and you never thought to mention?”/ she said “I didn’t even know that you were Christian“/ damn. —-that cut me bone deep/ there was nobody to blame, it was on me/ my heart died right there, I’m a zombie/ there was nothing I could do, it's beyond me/there were words that I thought were forbidden/yeah, i coulda listened to my friends, but I didn't/yeah, I coulda took her to my church, but I didn't/yeah, I was scared to be me, I was hidden/ So, I’m never comin back... No, I’m never comin back... I’m never comin’ back... Tonight I’m goin in and I’m never comin back... And I’m never goin back... No, I’m never goin back... I’m never goin’ back... Tonight I’m going in, and I’m never going back... Every night, we were drunk, we were high, we were dumb, we were feeling so alive, that's a lie, we were numb, but it all made sense every time we would come, so we screamed to the world 'here we are, here we come', we become who we were from the start, from the jump, is it smart to be thinkin' with your heart? let it pump Kinda feel like we choked during crunch time Now I touch hearts, nobody touched mine I just wanna do the right thing one time That’s not a bar or a joke, no punchline I don’t wanna think about it so I just rhyme, but we all got bags, these are just mine I ain’t talkin bout nothing, I’ll be just fine I‘ll never bring it up again, this the one time Yeah we all got bags, these are just mine I’ll never bring it up again, it’s the one time

Promises promises, all these people breaking promises, no one is honest, no they don’t even know what honest is, this is so ominous, yeah the holy bible promised this, this was predicted so fuck all of you doubting thomases, there ain’t no stopping this because everything is PLANNED OUT, you all afraid to say it cause you don't wanna STAND OUT, you on that government titty, watchu wanna HANDOUT? I don’t got nothing for you nigga this shit was PLANNED OUT! Wheel ‘em— deal ‘em Reveal em—kill ‘em if i’m being honest, boy I’m Straight—chillin’ Bob—Dylan Top—billin' I’m the headliner, boy stop—kidding

Mama gave up her whole life for me, Took a headshot just to fight for me, So when it gets dark, she a light to me, it was right for her cause it was right for me, and I’d like to be, a man who deserves this type of beat, deserves to be feeling this type of free, deserves this woman that died for me,  and came back to life just to ride wit’ me, now that’s proof of God and that’s proof of life, she proved the love so I’ll prove the hype, and i’ll be the son that she talked about and i’ll prove her right, and that’s fact, cause she’s always had my back, even when my shit was wack, she would always stand and clap, she is proof of God, that’s fact. (and ain’t nothin gon’ change that…)

Yo I dropped outta school, put my plans on hold/ then I counted out my cash, couple grand all told/ took a look in my stash had a gram all rolled/ left home, hit the gas til my blood ran cold/ see a nigga don't listen til you flash that cabbage/ apparently its fine if you just rap average/ conserve those talents, they ain’t looking for a challenge/ swagger over lyrics is the new rap balance/ I’m like Steve Segal in ya favorite B-sequel/ take a dump on everybody, gotta be equal/ I’m packing something lethal for a nigga who's decietful/ and i only make time for a certain kind of people/ Write with my left, hold the mic with my right hand/ poor black boy sounding like a rich white man/I’m my own hype man, believe all the hype man/ I make thunder til I spit white lightning/ It don’t happen for most of these men that start rapping, they’re gone/ they’re gone and all they got left on the day of their death is a song, a song No I could not sing to buy a gold ring, is that wrong/ is it wrong? So smoke a fat bowl for that old school soul, cause its gone/ it’s gone