Just Mob-The Jacka

Just Mob - The Jacka Yo, hey, Jay, yo, mafia ni**a Some parties of my line, who parties all the time I won’t make time for her, less she gives me her mind I’m from a crazy hood, you can’t save me blood Cause I’m 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 I’m back you know, with my ni**a My ni**a blow, w**d is all we got Look how far we got, never leave … Clap my hundred drum, they believe us now [Hook] Just mob, we don’t 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 like…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’m in a customized coop with my b**ch 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 don’t give a motherf**k unless you talking bout … Ni**a 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 ain’t faking Whip paint, 2 shades, darker than some baked bacon It’s a lot of niggas hating with straight faces That’s why I keep, all my fetties buried in a safe basement Paralock in a treasure chest with golden rope chains You ain’t even on my level yet Better yet, you don’t really wanna get your sweater wet Mac 11, clapping hella metal at your Chevrolet [Hook] Just mob, we don’t 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 like…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 b**ch some bread Just to eat, a little tree is sob That’s why I’m in a different form in every day of the week Huh, and every day that thang stay on me And don’t pass me sh*t if it ain’t og From the pole a half brick, up in the 8 piece Smoking on a half pete, tryna ease my mind I’m the last of my era, they don’t breed my kind Know my b**ch 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 I’m filled with [Hook] Just mob, we don’t 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 like…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.