EGo - 24 lyrics

[Intro: Nasty Jack] Yeah, you know who it is AKA Cousin Jack'Um from the west side AKA Jack Nasty AKA BBK for a day cause I'm that crew You know how I do I roll with two iPhone Two motherf**ing BlackBerrys at all times Two white b**hes, two black b**hes And a couple of mixed-race ones (Spacey) [Verse 1: Nasty Jack] Cousin Jack from the west side My ends wilder than Bed-Stuy No TLC, no Left Eye Got bushmaster with the TEC-9 No, we don't tek, we protect life I could die today, so I get high Got the pearly white, I've got the best shine Cartiers, you could get time By any means, I get mine And I don't want enough just to get by Meet your workers' deadlines Can't live forever, dead line No, I don't think about getting signed I'm as grimy as Big Mike I'm as grimy as MIK I'm Tempa T, I'm on a next hype (Spacey) 24/7 I get paid Everyday like J Spades In the alley till the next day Work the work, that's to connect bray Indian state, inner-state We don't play with no JSA But if we do, we buy an ounce of blay Boris Johnson bought my n***a's chain In the ghetto, I know 'caine Know the struggle, know the pain In the ends, yeah, I'm hot like propane At the stove, keep the flame Keep it moving like Usain My boys are darker than Bruce Wayne Call it Jack, it ain't crew chain Find the trap and then I move in [Chorus: MIK] I be in the studio 24/7 making those hits, yeah People looking at me Like say I'm motherf**ing crazy I ain't got no time, I'm just getting mine I'm just feeling fine Why you hating? Why you hating? Why you hate? [Verse 2: Ego] Pink notes Trust me, that's what I think loads Double JD, I don't drink Coke In your girl's front room getting sick blows Got a bad b**h, tongue pierced Nose ring with a sick throat I'm at West, black taxi Brownskin ting, no Maxi Hit, then bounce, they can't trap me Got old friends that wanna clap me Cutting through nice with B in the backseat chilling Back of the rave, 'gnac, sipping Shut down throne, back ripping Got a lighty that's matte black whipping Bare backroads, can't catch man slipping On the M1, zipping My steeze, that's different I just say things that rhyme and win them Still got a link for the mandem whipping Bare food in kitchen They be OT when them packs flipping Couple young Gs round them, they're pitching Nothing about them, fam It's bloody different Let me get back to the music ting, then My team, we're winning I don't know about these other likkle man in the game Roulette spin them You give the gyal dem WhatsApp smiles I bloody ring them Afterwards getting waved up with a bad b**h I trash and bin them [Chorus: MIK] I be in the studio 24/7 making those hits, yeah People looking at me Like say I'm motherf**ing crazy I ain't got no time, I'm just getting mine I'm just feeling fine Why you hating? Why you hating? Why you hate?