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My 15th Birthday
by The Jacka



its crazy , man , yu kno
its like a certain feeling man
i dunno if its subliminal
or if its in my head or damn
does everybody feel it or whut
i dont kno

yo , its crazy how this beat reminds me of sorcery
everythang i became i wasnt really forced to be
it was natural
to push crack and shoot
choppin up white shit
missin a class or 2
cast a few spells nigga
mix a few potions
testin myself buht they said it was to potent
so it went back to the lab like witch craft
buht it was all in a twist
it was ritscraft
and be rich man
hell off they wanna be rich man
they try to be this man
they fell victim to my plot
yeah it was a sick plan
i was raised using rock as a kick stand
then i gotta lil older open up a kick stand
caught a fair case who gives a shit im rich man
i catch 22 i just witchcraft
i click and glam like mitty from aristocrats

the world is mine like tha scarface picture
got tha full length shot nigga
leave a large spacec in ya
lost in tha condo they call me a killa
hustlin wit my niggas tryna scape tha state prison
like tha matrix outside free myself from the system
twisted chickens in tha kitchen same stove
i cook dinna for my children
i gotta get em outa this building
cuhz it aint fit fer livin
just for me i spent most my life in these conditions
on tha otha hand my lil brotha shot a man
lil nigga this a world yu wont understand
take slower steps yu juss a young fly nigga
yu dont kno tha rest
id take yu through it buht i promise yu will neva rest
yu see me doin even when im tryna be my best
come on man cant yu see this whole shittas test
the to is to do it its jus time to rest


my heart is movin like a 100 to 1
im tryna have me a son
i dont think when im sippin the rum
i dont blink when im grippin tha gun
i caught anotha case
moved to anotha place
had to change my cali plates
i had to send one cock it back and band one
sittin on a grip of dem thangs
thats no pretend gun
i wouldnt lend one only to tha fo figures
i got 6 niggas mob figure no niggas
i bust triggas
pull back and dust niggas
off caught him in a cross
now they nevea been soft
but i tossed the chop off in tha ocean
coastin across the bridge and im in motion
damn i see tha boys on us
thats when i been cornered
i see tha boys on us
buht they dont really want us
my shit kick gets us hypo
smoking on the blocc when i hit tha nitro
they really think im crazy buht im jus a phsyco
i like it in the day buht i love tha night grow
my momma used to tell me not to touch tha pipe smoke
buht hit tha calico an go an get cha snipo

damn when i was young young
see growin uhp was kinda fun fun
i fell inlove wit a gun gun
i represent tha fuhkin slums slums
aye

its all about goin to tha top neva stoppin
neva hesitaten on tha blocc we da mobbin
its the mob that we live and die for
each and everyone of us so fuhk my rivals
i tell my heat dont fail me now
i really need ya
i pulls yuh through tha ghetto and i squeeze ya
an everytime i bust my gun i think about growin up
livin life on tha run

see i grew up with nothin
thats why when i make money i love it
its tha same reason i refuse to tucc my chain in in public
dont mess with tha stress weed
thats why we only investin in weapons
i dont rely on luck
i kno ill lose it a second im guessing

them haters lurkin an im more than they give me they shifty
thats why i dont hit tha club wit at least one mob figure wit me
i remember how it used to be no girls no cars
we had them drugs buht honestly theyd only go so far
everybody wants a kid buht cant nobody afford it
halla ya claim
like me and nickatina in portland
they kno my name
now all yu do is smile an ignore em
aint nutiin changed
i aint gon do a fuhkin thang for em
its hard times and i been through so much shit in my life
so if i like a nick peatz beat ima spit on it twice
im so knowleged
dont want beef
dont want no problems
cuhz im still hungry like a running back whoz fresh outa college


an im caught up in tha coldest rap song wit no coat
standin there shakin like an attic no dope
faith with no hope and rock with queen man
im opened and feened for that coke is keem
and i roll to tha beat tha bass wit a blind sole
yu see my greaty nature soon as tha touch goes
my homie said he had life by the ball
i said lifes a bitch yu should give her a call
and mother nature she accepts all strangers
i like to wear my hair like a hard gangbanger
god my materials is so ridiculous
i need a shot of heroine juss to feel tha rush
of codene
i could be a part of yer dream
sometime i really have to wonder
bout tha mind of a feen
an camacozy
its like tha movie scene outa rocky
when tha bell rang
punch and swang
my blocc has to go to old thugs that cant leave
i give them praise everytime that i blo weed
i make mo g's remeber tha storm
will yu really drop gangs like a child is born
an yu can name it
take a couple pictures then frame it
life time credit an yu neva make a payment
its like i see tha light of tha gun blast
they run fast
we was young in tha days when we cut grass
look how we grow fast
go find a fast cash
he like religion so i wonder if gods mad


its all about goin to tha top neva stoppin
neva hesitaten on tha blocc we da mobbin
its the mob that we live and die for
each and everyone of us so fuhk my rivals
i tell my heat dont fail me now
i really need ya
i pulls yuh through tha ghetto and i squeeze ya
an everytime i bust my gun i think about growin up
livin life on tha run
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Lyrics submitted by mario.