[Verse 1]
Ipod in my ride, ain't no head set
Ya girl in the front seat giving me head-s**
My nig in the backseat yelling out he's next
We be in the p-jects eating like T-rex
Smoking kush heavy, never seen no cess
Till I left the west, greatest alive, but you ain't seen my best
I ain't reached my goal yet but you still upset
You know my face n***a, you know my silhouette
You know why I'm here, the real n***as' champ
The real world love the J cause I'm more than rap
He got a punchline or two but he ain't the Jack
When I was born n***as left me hanging like a bat
Only out at nighttime with a jaw full of crack
Crack spitters you know
Go hard at the trap, drug dealer fasho
And how I carry myself, is really starting to show
So I marry the life, and keep this sh** on the low...
Know what I'm saying? Jack
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It feel good to me
Maybe it's the hood in me
Maybe I should leave it alone
Maybe I should give it away
Really it's what's making me strong
Clearly it's what's making me stay...
It feel good to me
Maybe it's the hood in me
Maybe I should leave it alone
Maybe I should give it away
Clearly it's what's making me stay
[Verse 2]
I'm late night in the Cadillac, drinking purple sipping Yac
Caught up in the life, got this rap sh** on my back
If you seen my life yeah, crown ya boy for living that
Brought up in a house full of mice and them insects
Seen it all done it all, cuddy I been that
n***a that you see, add the Jack to your friends list
Never get enough of me, I was in Italy
View through the hard times, follow Allah's signs
I'm ready to die trying, I was in the Range
Daydreaming I was flying, they say they better than Jack
They dreaming, them n***as lying; they wish they was high as I am
All the time hating on me, boy you'll never shine
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[Verse 3]
100 racks got a n***a feeling amped as f**
Slapping Messy Marv, smoking like that's wa**up
Wasn't open at the liquor store, holding it up
Made him give me all his scrill, then I opened his guts
I was thinking bout my kids, they future and growing up
I was thinking bout them years, f** court, I'm never showing up
I never see my n***as again, I'm on the run
It ain't never been easy is what they tell me
And it'll never be either, smoking tree to take a breather
With a felon; we hella deep Golden Gate chilling
Everybody selling D, and it's all in front of children
Shoot-outs everyday, chips falling from my building
At the same time it's the place that I live in
So I send my grace for every taste when I'm eating
The streets got me fresh, mothaf**as think I'm cheating
I'm a king boy, I've never been beaten of all time
I suggest you fall back, close your eyes and relax
Before you in your scrape with your brains in your lap
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