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Yo, hey, Jay, yo, mafia nigga
Some parties of my line, who parties all the time
I wonât make time for her, less she gives me her mind
Iâm from a crazy hood, you canât save me blood
Cause Iâm in a war, where you die for sure
If you make it here, that means you adore
All the little things, that you lacked before
But Iâm back you know, with my nigga
My nigga blow, weed is all we got
Look how far we got, never leave â¦
Clap my hundred drum, they believe us now
[Hook]
Just mob, we donât like nothing
Strapped, getting high, for my little brothers
Street job flow, everybody loves us
Streets is all we know, all we got in charges
Flash up likeâ¦who show you with some time
Right before your mother
I never had a time, for your life be thugging
To keep ⦠we put keeps in our luggage
Iâm in a customized coop with my bitch who coupertino
Salamander mazi flying like a suepr hero
Counting big chips like I live in a casino
With a chrome desert eagle that will knock you peacock
Real lethal weapon, bullets knock you out like dibo
We donât give a motherfuck unless you talking bout â¦
Nigga kind sour, she creeping, I might do her
But I better not catch her tryna sneak on my computer
Snooping for the bank statements, see if I ainât faking
Whip paint, 2 shades, darker than some baked bacon
Itâs a lot of niggas hating with straight faces
Thatâs why I keep, all my fetties buried in a safe basement
Paralock in a treasure chest with golden rope chains
You ainât even on my level yet
Better yet, you donât really wanna get your sweater wet
Mac 11, clapping hella metal at your Chevrolet
[Hook]
Just mob, we donât like nothing
Strapped, getting high, for my little brothers
Street job flow, everybody loves us
Streets is all we know, all we got in charges
Flash up likeâ¦who show you with some time
Right before your mother
I never had a time, for your life be thugging
To keep ⦠we put keeps in our luggage
I wake up in the am to get me some head
From the later days in and leave my bitch some bread
Just to eat, a little tree is sob
Thatâs why Iâm in a different form in every day of the week
Huh, and every day that thang stay on me
And donât pass me shit if it ainât og
From the pole a half brick, up in the 8 piece
Smoking on a half pete, tryna ease my mind
Iâm the last of my era, they donât breed my kind
Know my bitch so good, I could read her mind
Know she make all the money, everything is mine
Got syrup on deck if you need the line
Everyday I gotta sip or I start to feel sick
Come from nothing to something and you start to feel rich
I know on my mob niggas gonna feel this
Cause pain and revenge is all Iâm filled with
[Hook]
Just mob, we donât like nothing
Strapped, getting high, for my little brothers
Street job flow, everybody loves us
Streets is all we know, all we got in charges
Flash up likeâ¦who show you with some time
Right before your mother
I never had a time, for your life be thugging
To keep ⦠we put keeps in our luggage.
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- What Happened To The World
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- The Jacka Presents: The A.R. Street Album
- Flight Risk
- Tear Gas
- Broad Daylight
- Miscellaneous
- The Jack Artist
- Jack of All Trades
- The California
- The Jacka of the Mob Figaz
- What Happened To The World (Street Album)
- Messy Marv Presents: The Shooting Range
- Mob Shit
- Best of Frisco Street Show: The Jacka
- Mob Shit Single
- All Over Me
- Street Platinum: The Ultimate Album
- Demolition Men Presents The Jacka Is The Dopest
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