Got a Question - Jackboy

I got a question... I got a question When the police gon' stop pressing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question Look, when them boys gonna stop pressing me? Can't they tell I'm 'bout my business I'm G Hova, you my witness See me making shit like uh for my motherfuckin' children Gotta pay out all commissions, gotta get it, obtain the vision Homies switching, shit getting different I'm making executive decisions To a broke boy I never listen Fuck your permission And 4 Hunnid niggas in the building now Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh, oh, oh Lord Bitch we go hard, go hard, go hard To all my niggas above the law Cause we don't really fuck with 'em Nah, my niggas really from the streets You know they like to blast on blacks And act like they badge was given from God That's why I gotta stay with my heat I got a question When the police gon' stop pressing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question Like, when my bitch gon' stop pressing me? Okay i didn't mean to fuck her, I just had to get my nut off She was trucking, I was drunk (She was a bad motherfucker) That shouldn't even count though Cause I told you I caught that body, that's trust You shouldn't count those See me on my bumper 'bout me, barely checking in I be on my business making sure them checks is in She thinks things is changing, she notice we barely fucking I come and go, when I, when I want, I'm steady hustling Get the dough, young nigga get the dough Young nigga, young nigga get the dough Uh, she tell me "Work with me" I tell her "Bitch I work the night shift" She tell me "Don't fight the feeling" Bitch I'd rather fight She like, "this ain't love, how you do me is fucked up Even when I'm fucked up" Damn I got a question When the police gon' stop pressing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question Woah When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question What's my name hoe? I got a few questions, I'mma pick your brain ho I'm bulletproof flexing, I'mma switch the lingo I'm Piru flexing, all my niggas bang though (Suwoo) That's right, no question nigga Shoot first, ask questions second nigga Got seventeen answers if you test me nigga Got a question, why the fuck you yapping nigga Don't talk too much mind your business nigga Hoes talk too much, tryna quiz a nigga Singing cream, getting money like RZA nigga Got a question, who the fuck is these niggas? We don't talk, we don't fuss like, we don't bark or argue Got that point forward like LaMarcus Aldridge Top back as I ride in the RR Got a question, what car I'mma drive tomorrow? Lord, blah, Tunechi Damn I got a question Yeah When the police gon' stop pressing me? YG, fuck with me When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question I got a question When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question

Does she love me with all her heart? Should I worry when we're apart? It's a lover's question I'd like to know Does she need me As she pretends? Is this a game, well then, will I win? It's a lover's question I'd like to know I'd like to know when she's not with me If she's still true to me I'd like to know when we're kissing Does she feel just what I feel, and how am I to know it's really real? Oh, tell me where the answer lies Is it in her kiss, or in her eyes? But it's a lover's question I'd like to know I'd like to know when she's not with me If she's still true to me I'd like to know when we're kissing Does she feel just what I feel, and how am I to know it's really real? Oh, tell me where the answer lies Is it in her kiss or in her eyes It's a lover's question I'd like to know I'd like to know I'd like to know I'd-

Sweet berries ready for two ghosts Are no different than you Ghosts are now waiting for you Are you Sweet berries ready for two ghosts Are no different than you Ghosts are now waiting for you Are you dreaming Dreaming the night Dreaming all right Do we, do we know When we fly When we, when we go Do we die Sweet berries ready for two ghosts Are no different than you Ghosts are now waiting for you Are you Sweet berries ready for two ghosts Are no different than you Ghosts are now waiting for you Are you dreaming? Dreaming the night Dreaming all right Do we, do we know When we fly When we, when we go Do we die Nanananana... Do we, do we know When we fly When we, when we go Do we die Nanananana.

I have seen many shores I hug the land but nothing more Because I haven't met you I've wined and I've dined With every bogus music mogul No sign of you I've brushed and I've rubbed Pressing palms exuding charms But never in arms And that's why home is a question mark Home is some place I dunno Home is a question mark Home is some place I dunno I have been brave Deep in every shaven cave None were you Another film on replay This time, "Hell" with Guillaume Canet For wingless me And that's why home is a question mark Home is some place I dunno Home is a question mark Home is some place I dunno Home, is it just a word? Or is it something you carry within you? I'm happy just to be here If I ever find home If I ever find home If I ever find home If I get there, would you meet me? Wrap your legs around my face just to greet me If I ever get there, would you meet me? Wrap your legs around my face just to greet me If I ever get there, do you really think I will? Do you really think I will? Do you really think I will? How many times I've saved myself

I've got to get to you first Before they do It's just a question of time Before they lay their hands on you And make you just like the rest I've got to get to you first It's just a question of time Well, now you're only fifteen And you look good I'll take you under my wing Somebody should They've persuasive ways And you'll believe what they say It's just a question of time And it's running out for you It won't be long until you'll do Exactly what they want you to I can see them now Hanging around To mess you up To strip you down And have their fun With my little one It's just a question of time And it's running out for you It won't be long until you'll do Exactly what they want you to It won't be long until you'll do Exactly what they want you to Sometimes I don't blame them For wanting you You look good They need something to do Until I look at you And then I condemn them I know my kind What goes on in our minds It's just a question of time It's just a question of time It's just a question of time (It should be better) It's just a question of time (It should be better with you) It's just a question of time (It should be better) It's just a question of time (It should be better with you) It's just a question of time (It should be better) It's just a question of time (It should be better with you) (Time)