Where Did We Go Wrong The Jacka & Ampichino (Ft. Ampichino & The Jacka)

[Verse 1: The Jacka]
Hunnid pack of Raws, 60 Styrofoams, 'Bron Sprite, Cream Jones when the pack touch down
Nickel in the tuck, who can you really trust when the numbers go up like a touchdown
All I think about is us, choose paper over lust, waiting for the UPS truck touch down
I just wanna live in a dope place, summer in the cuts where our dope safe
Slow money better than no cake, still I'm 24 nigga no break
The people that I lost made my soul ache
Its all I talk about so they don't hate
Just give your all if you so great
So much bar we are overwieght
All my life I held a strap before I could hold it straight
They love me if they thugging real nigga from the golden gate
Pistol in my 'ligions smoking shit that's from the golden state
Listen...

[Hook: The Jacka] (x2)
We hope the check last long
Niggas locked where did we go wrong
Never wait for a drop at the doorstep
Stacked the bread we got so when laws come we cool with it


[Verse 2: Ampichino]
Can't wait to see my nigs in the afterlife
I thought that my life was gon' change when I grabbed the mic
I'm not Webbie but I'm living a savage life
You niggas acting like killers, and never had a fight
Never sold white, (?) but the age
Never took a flight with a banger on cold night
Never rolled dice, or put it all on the line
I let my balls hang, I do this shit all the time
My middle name is crime, I think I'm out my mind
It's hard to spit rhymes and push coke at the same time
I go hard when it's game time, military mind, kill a nigga with the same nine, I thought I had a future, but the world blind, you thought I was gon' shoot you, but your girl mine
I hit you where it hurts, in your bitches purse
We just became spitters, we was gritters first