M.I.P. Jacka
Mozzy, The Jacka
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You ran your mouth so much that they ain't f*ck with you, nigga 'Bout to knock you off, they had enough of you, nigga So I stepped up, I was tough for you, nigga But when you came up you did nothing for niggas So I was forced to sell coke for a comfortable living Young sport, mom's porch, did nothing but killing Pops had a few bands I thought that shit was a million Now I'm 20 thousand fans at the Concord Pavilion Damn, started sniffin' white, lean make you sleep your life away Hunnid bands from a thousand grams in a microwave Niggas taking pictures with they Canons, but who life you save? Led in to the night shootin' dice in my Michael J's My AR made the same sound motorcycles make Remember stay far 'cause they link with our enemies They don't deserve the czar, but I give 'em tar anyways Band for a brick, sipping barre with the friends I've made Teenagers out there moving hard, but their rent is payed Rich niggas use our murder game, I'm a renegade Bitch niggas standin' on the stage don't deserve the fame I kill a nigga give me 30 grand and show me where to aim European switchin' lanes, promise shit ain't been the same They lock us all up in a cage, we lockin' up with niggas gangs Never go against the grain, it's Wocky in my lemonade Momma kicked me out, 'cause I ain't wash the dishes when she say It's days that I forget to pray, "damn, I miss my nigga, blood" The shit I didn't get to say, show you how much you was loved It's nothin' I wouldn't do for bruh, who you slide or shoot for bruh? We done did a few for bruh, you wasn't even bool wit bruh You wasn't there to hoop it up, killers used to scoop me up Ask me how grades was then take me to cop some newki one's It's mainey how you turned rat, we already knew you was Knocked a bitch on IG and sent her, that's computer love Gotta show my shooters love, gotta thank the dude above They drug my name through the mud, then asked for me to shoot 'em dub Rootin for us in the slums, I knew that this is what I'd become Put all of my ahkis on and now they stones rockied up I don't think I'm Pac or nothin', Thug Life embedded in me I believe in karma, pray to God the suckas never get me Touched my first 50, went and gave my momma 35 She was finna put up 60, told her I deserve the time Took a seat in church, my family told me, it don't hurt to try It's therapeutic for you baby, it don't hurt to cry I had to work for mines, mingle in the dirt and grind I overcame my obstacles and struggles, I deserve to shine (Overcame my obstacles and struggles, I deserve to shine)
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Written by: Timothy Patterson, Dominick Newtown
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