Gangstas Everyday - The Jacka

I ride with gangsters every day

So we strapped everywhere we go

And bust choppers where we stay

I’m surprised we made it through

Hold up (hold up) hey

I’m a (I'm a) hey

So what up (what up) hey

Here we come (here we come) hey

I got that Mob shit all the time

Can’t get that crime shit off my mind

30 bands to my name, put it all on the line

Fuck a fair exchange, I gotta win or you dyin

Man I’m just tryin to get the most up out the streets

Leavin niggas smoked, think it’s a joke?

Don’t get out our way

We call this soft shit white, break it down, bring it back

To survive, it’s a wrap if you ever cross the Jack

We just live from the trap, you and I know this slap

Though we in the mob we thank god for everything we got

Remember the J-A, cause I’m real and they fake

Went to go cop again but it ain’t got the same taste

But it’s from the same place I said I want that old shit

Then pulled my gun from my waist

And if you pull that shit again I’ll shoot you in your fuckin face

The bitch nigga swore to me ain’t nothin changed

I could take a life and never have to touch you, man

Better make it right, I’ll never trust again

Just make me bust a head, you better use your brain

Before you get found slain over fuckin 'caine

Step up, if you’re dumb, and get slumped, with this drum

I got rich, with my nigs, in the hood, where I’m from

You ain’t cool, you a punk, and I kill, and you run

If you’re real, you should come, to my hood, and get on