[Chorus: Cognito]
Jack mode, that's how we react to things
It's a poll boy thing, bitch, you wouldn't understand
Jack mode, that's how we react to things
It's a poll boy thing, bitcch, you wouldn't understand

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I roll my dice, and collect the profit
We all got cars, but I'm the first to Gucci top it
Swing through on the low, scoop a hot bitch
She don't suck dick, but trust me n***a, I got this
Gotta school it to the mob life
Me and Cog life
The H2 with the fog lights
I gotta show her how to twist that green
That's 20 karots right there, baby
This that green
Get your homie, ride your rhyms
Your baby mama seeing us, like she riding with them
They got Proddas on, better hide your Tims
6 months ago, we had pies for Tim
Fuck Chevy n***as, Imma glide in the Benz
Sit in my car in the yard, inside is slim
We catch you snitchin, bitchin, tryna bate mine
Hating cause my rhyms up to your waistline
Boss!
[Chorus: Cognito]
Jack mode, that's how we react to things
It's a poll boy thing, bitch, you wouldn't understand
Jack mode, that's how we react to things
It's a poll boy thing, bitcch, you wouldn't understand

[Verse 2: Willy Wo]
Willy!
Guns up, n***as showin their feels
Pop back in your face, n***as saying they prayers
Go to your mama, she crying them tears
Cause I'm in the club high as fuck, standin on chairs
Golf cap, white T, 36 inch ryms
Slap a bitch n***a if he steppin to me
Please, I might kill me a n***a
High and not thinking, so Imma shoot me the trigger
Guttermental, race to put a bling in my dental
It's fine with me, put a dent in the rental
You's a hoe, find a hole in your temple
Stop saving these hoes, fuck them if they don't swallo
I be getting more head than the legend of Sleepy Hollo
This don't stop, like the mountains in Collarato
Me and Cog together, that's like Manny Fresh and Wayne

[Verse 3: Brisco]
Poll boy till I'm out of here
Still St. Lewis, it's getting hot in here
But no Nelly, It's just Brisco, Krippin
I'm in a [?] class, ain't shit you can tell me
Adalesent with [?] feds couldn't tell me
While I skipped town, I put it down with pounds
Barol to a fuck boy, before clowning around
Wanna feel me, but listen, give me 50 feet, I'm too deep
Pop it long, cause I keep the block
Hoes come flock to every spot
Paranoid, pop it, make a Glock storm
Can't stop, won't stop till the locks on
Catch me rolling on a fish or gater
[?] to fuck later
[?] damb, that for later
Police hoes, and them haters
[Chorus: Cognito]
Jack mode, that's how we react to things
It's a poll boy thing, bitch, you wouldn't understand
Jack mode, that's how we react to things
It's a poll boy thing, bitcch, you wouldn't understand

[Verse 4: Cognito]
Here I go again, and I brought a theam for you hustlers
Bout to stop the game, like a chearch usher
When you see me, you like "this n***a competition"
When I see you, I'm like "this n***a, he be trippin"
Only do strays
Push trucks [?]
Leave you dead in your face
I talk gang, but I walk it too
Think a n***a playin, Kanzis City in this bitch too
Put your game on, and I ain't talking Madin 3000
I'm talkin bout a bank account with Os longer than your clothes
Real n***as put holes in your Sean Joes
Shoot first, leave the questions for them blue folks

[Chorus: Cognito]
Jack mode, that's how we react to things
It's a poll boy thing, bitch, you wouldn't understand
Jack mode, that's how we react to things
It's a poll boy thing, bitcch, you wouldn't understand