[Round 1: Franchise]
You my brother's keeper?
All that hype shit? This where I start slowin' ya roll
One week half prep for the main stage? This is how it'll go
See these bitches behind you start adlibbin', I'ma start liftin' the pole
Grippin' the chrome, the barrel spinnin' off jack (Jakk) like a rotary phone
Fuck a battle, I'll open-hand smack Jakk
Or a headshot, will make him backtrack
The coroner's got his noodles in the bag: we makin' Jack Mac!
Nigga fuck the Goonies, most of these niggas mad trash
I'll put some bags on ya head, that's mad stacks
I'll never fold, I'll pull a nigga's card - that's mad facts
Y'all get it?
Nigga I'll hit you and Ace, 2 in 1: I'mma black, Jakk! (Blackjack)
You my nigga, but I ain't playin' wit' bro
See, last time on the main stage, you ran off
This time, you ain't finna roll
I'm wavin' the fo'
And I got somethin' up sleeve {gun clicks} that'll put your Ace in the hole
Nigga I'm right at your door, I shot him once
He hit the pavement so I shot him some more
It's a Lakers game, Jakk (Jack) will get a permanent spot on the floor
I'm upset, I'm gunnin' for whoever up next
Dump TEC's
I'm hittin' Jakk (jack) on a late night like a drunk ex
I ain't play for real, we aim to kill, bang the steel
I couldn't wait to let these rounds off like trainin' wheels
You not ready, two hands on the bitch, I hold my Glock steady
Big-ass gun, and the clip stickin' out like Rex belly
I move shit, I told you we was trappin' wit' the tool grip
Dope boy, a smooth whip
Nigga, I used to flip drugs (Drugz) like Moon did
Nigga, we standin' tall
Big-ass gun and I air 'em all
You ain't heard what I said?
I'll swing on drugs (Drugz) like Barry Bonds!
How many times I tell you we live that life?
My nigga grip those pipes
Jakk, I have more grams on me than Bingo night
But you wanna know about my life?
Because I'm foreign, strapped up, can cross no borders
In a Bando, a bandit and the pack gorgeous
Nigga the trap phone ringin' longer than Zack Morris
But you bitches wanna get hype, you better tell them to grip
Have them strap in handy
Jakk, if they adlibbin', I'ma grip a Maggie
Yeah, as soon as they gas, I'll lean a ('Gasolina') nigga like Daddy Yankee!
I'll grip on a .9 in case ya man try to slide
It's Grand Theft Auto Jakk, stealin' (steel in) ya ride
I see death in ya eyes and you're a victim of mine
The toy came with a shell like a Kinder Surprise
You can't do shit for free, I lift and squeeze
Shotgun on me, try to jump me
I got the dump in my pants like Lil' Reese
See you be rattin', any minute
See they be chattin', you see the difference?
Catch the setup after like Jimmy Henchman
Nickel-plated, trigger finger, I'm penny-pinchin'
I'll body any day with the slickest rhythm
Ya niggas trippin' I'll grip a Smith n'
Or put a band on ya head like Jimi Hendrix
This a body, in the gym duffle
Clip touch you
Big buckle, big ratchet
Sig' clappin'; Ms. Hustle
Y'all niggas a bunch of instigators
Fuck a favor
Drive-by, window down, I'm tryin' to check a hater
Silencer on it, I'll grip 'em later
All you'll hear is {click click click click click}
Sound like I left on my indicator
You know my slogan
You my brother's keeper?
All that hype shit? This where I start slowin' ya roll
One week half prep for the main stage? This is how it'll go
See these bitches behind you start adlibbin', I'ma start liftin' the pole
Grippin' the chrome, the barrel spinnin' off jack (Jakk) like a rotary phone
Fuck a battle, I'll open-hand smack Jakk
Or a headshot, will make him backtrack
The coroner's got his noodles in the bag: we makin' Jack Mac!
Nigga fuck the Goonies, most of these niggas mad trash
I'll put some bags on ya head, that's mad stacks
I'll never fold, I'll pull a nigga's card - that's mad facts
Y'all get it?
Nigga I'll hit you and Ace, 2 in 1: I'mma black, Jakk! (Blackjack)
You my nigga, but I ain't playin' wit' bro
See, last time on the main stage, you ran off
This time, you ain't finna roll
I'm wavin' the fo'
And I got somethin' up sleeve {gun clicks} that'll put your Ace in the hole
Nigga I'm right at your door, I shot him once
He hit the pavement so I shot him some more
It's a Lakers game, Jakk (Jack) will get a permanent spot on the floor
I'm upset, I'm gunnin' for whoever up next
Dump TEC's
I'm hittin' Jakk (jack) on a late night like a drunk ex
I ain't play for real, we aim to kill, bang the steel
I couldn't wait to let these rounds off like trainin' wheels
You not ready, two hands on the bitch, I hold my Glock steady
Big-ass gun, and the clip stickin' out like Rex belly
I move shit, I told you we was trappin' wit' the tool grip
Dope boy, a smooth whip
Nigga, I used to flip drugs (Drugz) like Moon did
Nigga, we standin' tall
Big-ass gun and I air 'em all
You ain't heard what I said?
I'll swing on drugs (Drugz) like Barry Bonds!
How many times I tell you we live that life?
My nigga grip those pipes
Jakk, I have more grams on me than Bingo night
But you wanna know about my life?
Because I'm foreign, strapped up, can cross no borders
In a Bando, a bandit and the pack gorgeous
Nigga the trap phone ringin' longer than Zack Morris
But you bitches wanna get hype, you better tell them to grip
Have them strap in handy
Jakk, if they adlibbin', I'ma grip a Maggie
Yeah, as soon as they gas, I'll lean a ('Gasolina') nigga like Daddy Yankee!
I'll grip on a .9 in case ya man try to slide
It's Grand Theft Auto Jakk, stealin' (steel in) ya ride
I see death in ya eyes and you're a victim of mine
The toy came with a shell like a Kinder Surprise
You can't do shit for free, I lift and squeeze
Shotgun on me, try to jump me
I got the dump in my pants like Lil' Reese
See you be rattin', any minute
See they be chattin', you see the difference?
Catch the setup after like Jimmy Henchman
Nickel-plated, trigger finger, I'm penny-pinchin'
I'll body any day with the slickest rhythm
Ya niggas trippin' I'll grip a Smith n'
Or put a band on ya head like Jimi Hendrix
This a body, in the gym duffle
Clip touch you
Big buckle, big ratchet
Sig' clappin'; Ms. Hustle
Y'all niggas a bunch of instigators
Fuck a favor
Drive-by, window down, I'm tryin' to check a hater
Silencer on it, I'll grip 'em later
All you'll hear is {click click click click click}
Sound like I left on my indicator
You know my slogan
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