On Methazine - The Jacka

Kill yourself if you sell coke that never drain

Three deep in the Nova gettin' high on methazine

'Member selling cola, got rich, now I’m just a fiend

All I did was keep it lit now I’m what the future bring

All we need is soda, we poured up, I never drink no water

When I first started sippin' lean, pints was 80 dollars

Same niggas used to laugh at me, now my drinkin' partners

Now a sixteen is a band, but paper ain’t a problem

I’m getting dressed in Prada but I came from shavin' product

Three styrofoams, Heckler on is how we was brought up

Fast shout to the d-boys who was never caught up

The Mob real, kill yourselves if you’ve never poured up

Fuck with me, let’s talk some more

Cause I know everythin'

But it’s hard to notice

When I’m leant on methazine (x6)

Damn this shit sweet, that’s some sick I never sleep

Niggas leant, Mom’s askin' «Fuck is that in your drink?»

I said I don’t know, taste like gold and got a hold of me

You can’t get a whole one?

Well fuck it who got a 4 for me

Cause I’ma pour it in a lil sprite bottle

About to board another flight but I just got back from Chicago

Out my mind the whole time, 12 hours straight to Malmo

Bottle in my name, sippin' lean wherever I go

Powder with my gang, sniffin' 'caine no matter what I do

Back to the states, sipping drink til the summer come

Tell myself I’ll put away the cup when the summer’s gone

Shit ridiculous, finna be Christmas and we still not done

Fuck with me, let’s talk some more

Cause I know everythin'

But it’s hard to notice

When I’m leant on methazine (x6)