3 Jacka
Everyday I sip glue to forget what I been through
Moms said she'll be right back but she ain't coming home
Twist a bat sip another zone
Load 30 shots nothing but knocks call my phone
The jects is where we are and grow
Move with real niggas murdering everywhere I gone
Yung hittas sippin Bo with no sickness
Or doctors prescriptions I ain't even trippin with em just as long as every body listens
But I'd rather just body victims
Slide through over the roof and let the shottie lift em
All my life rep the mob kuz I started with em
My kiddies here from out of town I send a car to get em
Mafia hood niggas that's popular
30 in my 9 but got time to sock you up
Feds on my line they outside binoculars
Still dumping shells out my ride like a taco truck
Nect trying to give me his line but all he got is duff
Pour an 8 in my Sprite kuz tree don't get us high enough.
I'll niggas ready to die but they ain't as fly as us