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The Jacka
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Lost My Way (feat. Carey Stacks)
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This shit CRAZY, BOYYYYYYYYY
this beat, almost here hammer young, they follow dem to the crib and hollow dem where we live, its going down where we live is not ok but, its bread here so we stay NO, the bread won't go away look around, they know J.A. whip POW by the solar ray 2000 on the Golden Gate top down through the Golden State sun ray screamin' off my paint sun ray through the solar panel KILL YA SELF, you don't know my handle i ain't never gave a whole Nathaniel rest in peace to the young Bo Daniel Dan G he was like a family King Freak just like my family Mac Dre just like a family my nigga Puma, never petty Brick City Clips empty My Kids gon have a rich history from this victory, niggaz whisperin' get outta line and i'm 30 dickin' 'em ALL HAIL J.A. LONG LIVE THE KING woke up 1 day livIn' all my dreams why you fake niggaz don't live at all these days gIt wit Islam when i thought i lost my way here the Jack come now you knowin' you lost your taste cuz this shit is pure, getting high on a mirror higher than Aaliayh, flyer than Top Gear smoke a million Raw's, but it don't stop there i don't really care cuz its just not fair bout to wake up the hood but its kids out there hate my enemy, even his out there we the MOB, gotta stand by the rules that i wear on our sleeve to achieve, be the roles that we playing in my young niggz life, so the MOB always win Real niggaz always win, but we still gotta die in the end
You niggaz off Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com right now, we on ya'll suppose to keep up what the fuck you doin' all cars get better all the bands keep growin' fake better than JACK? kinda drugs you doin'? fake better than Stacks? kinda drugs you doin'? ice and that triple stack, even though its snowin' living life so we live our life, everyday straight pourin'
this beat straight going me and Jack trap even if it's snowing got 50 in the mac, but you niggaz ain't knowin' we'll leave yo ass flat and just keep on rollin' 26's plenty bitches got instagrams and we ain't takin pictures ain't riding around with no bitch-ass niggaz if the bands on your head then the Mob gonna get ya 100 in the drum so your goons die with ya you ain't never did no real shit you ride up on my side of town you get trigger happy and just kill shit girl scouts, i'm real lit me and Jack finna pour a brick put your Chev up, we on some foriegn shit your life is way too boring BITCH this the field that we scoring in and we in the game that never ends
You niggaz off right now, we on ya'll suppose to keep up what the fuck y'all doin'? all cars get better all the bands keep growing fake better than JACK? kinda drugs you doin'? fake better than STACKS? kinda drugs you doin'? ice and than triple stack, even though its snowin' living life so we live our life, everyday straight pourin'
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