| Check it out |
| It’s the motherfuckin' Jack, nigga |
| The JA fuckin' with my nigga, man |
| Yeah, Authentik, mane, the motherfuckin' resume, man |
| It’s life, man |
| Man, I ride around strapped, what else could I say? |
| Gettin' high, probably smoke my damn life away |
| I’m on fire, got goons and they out they mind |
| All the time, got a line on that dark shit |
| Seal it up, ship to my nigga, keep it lit |
| Free the huss', all the lil' bitches know what’s up |
| Ain’t payin' us, if you really plan on playin' us |
| Hope you’re ready, we the mob and we deep as fuck |
| Got kicks comin' in today |
| Not tennis shoes, but that fishscale from the Bay |
| Twelve-five, better pray you make it home alive |
| 'Cause I’ma dive in this thang head-first |
| It’s a recession outside, but I seen worse |
| Me and Authentik really got our chips |
| My other brother put us all on the bitch |
| Real niggas and we on some shit |
| We still follow the script, yeah |
| So much pain I hold inside |
| They will never know |
| Came from bottom of bottom |
| Now the |
| So much pain I hold inside |
| They will never know |
| Yeah, free the real ones that be still locked in |
| RIP my angels, they live within |
| Nigga beefin' with the Jack, I bust your hat wide open |
| And get sideways with the pistol in my lap, still smokin' |
| Nigga, you ain’t real as me, I spend everyday hopin' |
| I could blap you with a K, just 'cause I’m a soldier |
| Fuck everybody, |
| everyday |
| How the fuck can you love me? |
| They got my nigga, Puma, damn, he died with his forty |
| Gangstas at the funeral, nobody cried but his shorty |
| May the Lord have mercy on the thirsty and the hungry |
| I’m tryin' breathe life but I’m just a fuckin' jockey |
| So it don’t seem right to the niggas that’s amongst me |
| Shooters in the front seat starvin' to just dump heat |
| Active, my nigga, feet stuck in the concrete |
| The J-A-C-K-A in the O with my nigga, Lee |
| So how could you niggas sleep, and still sleep on us, nigga? |
| come and get you one, nigga |
| Believe that |
| So much pain I hold inside |
| They will never know |
| Came from bottom of bottom |
| Now the |
| So much pain I hold inside |
| They will never know |
| Yeah, free the real ones that be still locked in |
| RIP my angels, they live within |
| Yeah, the fentanyl tryna kill us all |
| This shit stepped on, we used to have it raw |
| Missed another funeral service and it was hard to call |
| Playin' human chess with killers and tryna shake the law |
| It’s like I wore the fur coat to the fight |
| And open up eyes with a crazy appetite |
| It’s wild when your opps and your friends act alike |
| I’m in the cut, had to grab the StarLink satellite |
| In my Maybach, dizzy from the hash |
| Custom stash spot for the cash, tryna smoke away my past |
| Lost another truck, I should’ve made a buck |
| But I’m worth a few hundred so I fired up and laughed |
| We fill planes up now, I’m on a different path |
| Twenty years later and I’m still shippin' bags |
| One time for the ones that had to leave |
| My foot’s on their neck, I’ma make it hard to breathe |
| So much pain I hold inside |
| They will never know |
| Came from bottom of bottom |
| Now the |
| So much pain I hold inside |
| They will never know |
| Yeah, free the real ones that be still locked in |
| RIP my angels, they live within |