M.I.P. Jacka - Mozzy, The Jacka

You ran your mouth so much that they ain’t fuck with you, nigga

Bout to knock you off, they had enough of you, nigga

So I stepped up, I was tough for you, nigga

But when you came up you did nothing for niggas

So I was forced to sell coke for a comfortable living

Young sport, mom’s porch, did nothing but killing

Pops had a few bands I thought that shit was a million

Now I’m 20 thousand fans at the Concord Pavilion

Damn, started sniffin' white, lean make you sleep your life away

Hunnid bands from a thousand grams in amicrowave

Niggas taking pictures with they cannons, but who life you save?

to the night shootin' dice in my Michael J’s

My AR made same sound motorcycles make

Remember stay far cause they link with our enemies

They don’t deserve the czar, but I give em tar anyways

Band for a brick, sipping barre with the friends I’ve made

Teenagers out there moving hard, but their rent is payed

Rich niggas use our murder game, I’m a renegade

Bitch niggas standin' on the stage don’t deserve the fame

I kill a nigga give me 30 grand and show me where to aim

European switchin lanes, promise shit ain’t been the same

They lock us all up in a cage, we lockin up with niggas gangs

Never go against the grain, it’s Wocky in my lemonade

Momma kicked me out, cause I ain’t wash the dishes when she say

It’s days that I forget to pray, «damn, I miss my nigga, blood»

The shit I didn’t get to say, show you how much you was loved

It’s nothin I wouldn’t do for bruh, who you slide or shoot for bruh?

We done did a few for bruh, you wasn’t even bool with bruh

You wasn’t there to hoop it up, killers used to scoop me up

Ask me how grades was then take me to cop some newki one’s

It’s mainey how you turned rat, we already knew you was

Knocked a bitch on IG and sent her, that’s computer love

Gotta show my shooters love, gotta thank the dude above

They drug my name through the mud, then asked for me to shoot em dub

Rootin for us in the slums, I knew that this is what I’d become

Put all of my ahkis on and now they stones rockied up

I don’t think I’m Pac or nothin, Thug Life embedded in me

I believe in karma, pray to God the suckas never get me

Touched my first 50, went and gave my momma 35

She was finna put up 60, told her I deserve the time

Took a seat in church, my family told me, it don’t hurt to try

It’s therapeutic for you baby, it don’t hurt to cry

I had to work for mines, mingle in the dirt and grind

I overcame my obstacles and struggles, I deserve to shine