Check it, nigga
It's the J.A.
I think I know what this is, nigga
It's my nigga
Jack a real nigga
You can't come around unless you actually kill niggas
Ratchet by my britches
Got a hundred bitches
Smokin' tree ridiculous, but I'm done with smokin' swishers
Dirty in my nickel
I'd rather smoke niggas
Murder in my song so the streets can't remember
If you get in my tape, I hope nobody's payin' attention
Cause they can't wait to mention what they seen
Like they * around
* seem cool, just some niggas try to turn you down
Cause this * real drugs and I'm a mama house
Niggas say we ill, but killin's all we got
I'll have us autobombed
They gave my niggas love or L
But we never tell you now
Gave my niggas 4L
But we never count you out
Had a million dollars before I had a spank account
Free my niggas' cars, hey, dad, I wanna break you out
So never be surprised the day they tell you I'm here selling now
Uh
Never thought I'd make it
This far, this * is pitiful
Keep selling blocks in the hood until the rent is due
Selling though it's cool, but rap is on my mind
Smokin' in the traffic, tryna get it at the same time
You can erase the name, but you can't take the lines
This one for niggas in prison, tryna killin' time
Bull tellin' this nigga's signed on dotted lines
Don't ever try to say my name in songs and try to make it rhyme
Niggas tryna be MOB, but never did a crime
They took my nigga, but the killer probably still alive
They took my nigga, but the killer probably still alive
That nigga died, I'ma see him on the other side
I don't know why you ride with him, he'll never slide
Pushin' pies on enemy lines
This that new mob *, you gotta rewind
When I came in the door, they was blockin' my shine
Thirty albums later, now these niggas shockin' lines
My
Tears rollin' down my face as I'm countin' up
Thinkin' about the days I got it out the mud
Before I made a beat and niggas showed me love
I was runnin' round the rich with a loaded gun
Murder on my mind since we lost Mike
Streets turn a boy to a man, now I'm the boss type
Get your hands on the spark, it'll cost your life
You cross the mob, you force my hand, another lost life
I ain't chose this *, this * chose me
I'm a known mob member, you's a known thief
I ain't finna do no talkin', let the post speak
This chop bang, this bitch sang like Moe 3
From Southside, Ritz City, this a known street
Galea or cocaine is a known thing
Can get you anything you need, let me pull some strings
Can get my hands on anything, if that arms reach
Check it nigga
It's the JL
Hey
I think they know what this says nigga
It's the mob nigga