The Jacka - Drug Dealers lyrics

[Verse 1: The Jacka] I'd rather f** with a real n***a and risk gettin' robbed Then f** wit a b**h n***a that snitched to the cops And f**ed the game up, for n***as on top Can never f** the name up for real n***as that rocked The truest to do it, time don't stop (stop) It won't wait (wait wait) I'm one of them black n***as that got money You one of them rap n***as that act funny He wanna have everything that I got don't he I'll probably lose everything that I got one day It look cool, but it's a fool my n***as on the news 500 bricks seized, cousin you can never snooze They always watchin.. The n***a who tellin' and the n***a who coppin' [Verse 2: Ampichino] My life of crime money entice my mind Almost cry every time that I write a rhyme Recite my line, give sight to the blind Elegant thugs sellin' them d** most of my life Ampichino I go deeper than a deep sea diver Smoke reefer in a spider I'm the main supplier Nothin' flyer I'm just higher than the rest of you cats Spit fire, make em' retire me and The Jack, n***a Who rap realer? I'm known to slap n***as Put a pistol in ya face a soulless crack dealer n***as run up crack the bones on rap n***as I'll wake ya game up, I'm known to clap n***as [Hook: The Jacka] Drug dealers, open the duff boy it's everything I guess you can count it out while I check the cane We lost a lot you can never understand the pain You know my name but I'll never let you shake my hand See my face learn from mistake that my partners made This remind me of the sh** that my father played I looked my mother in the face and told her I was made Though this the type of life that dig a early grave [Verse 3: The Jacka] I got Asian mami's, K's, and Tommy's Amazing damn force my hand Fours under the van, fours under Japan Bape zip-up, you fake fizz up 8 hammers, 0 jammers One double zero on the e-way in the grey phantom Great dope great cannons Grave pits, and my great b**h worth a million I could break my kicks down but I rather seal em Send em' triple my bread trip over bread In my house sometime gettin' rich and listenin' to ballers rhyme I don't know I try to school you for a lifetime I always knew I'd be the ruler in this life I'm [Verse 4: Ampichino] It's family first, but it's money over b**hes We Mob Figaz I'll do the job with ya Eye for a eye my n***a I'll die with ya In the high-rise drinkin' on dry liquor Down on our knees we converted to pie flippers n***as dry snitchin', I was .45 spittin' Thug religion, either dead or slung in prison Scum of the earth but we was just young and ignorant Block dues, blow a n***a out his shoes I dropped school, bought a drop then I copped shoes Block rules, serve coke and cop j**els Fresh off the block with a chop at the high school [Hook]