Jacka Can't Go Home (feat. Freddie Gibbs)
[The Jacka:]
My people lookin' at me, sayin' 'boy, you made it out
But I wasn't happy 'til we all had the same amount
Pops locked, crack the only thing can save us now
Mom's hooked, but tough luck is what made my style
My fam is Spanish lent a hand and they just took advantage
All the time embrace Islam and every prayer was answered
Never asked Allah for material items
I just prayed for the days I ran into my rivals
In my hood double drums on all of our rifles
You wasn't birthed on the Earth if you know more than I know
Though I'm the best I'm still upset you worship or idol
The illest niggas that you heard and we don't even try to
Young and wild lifestyle really hard to survive through
No matter how hard you are one day a nigga gon' try you
You can take this how you want I'm only here to remind you
Disrespect me all you want because I'm coming to find you
Ugh...
Got my pistol, out the window
So much cocaine on me, I can't go home
What am I gonna do [?]
It's getting hard to hide it from you
Cause it's got so [?]
[Freddie Gibbs:]
In my hood, clip extensions on all of our rifles
That pussy good [?]
[?]
Streaming drugs through your Spotify, Apple, or Tidal
I need that scratch G, tax free, spot bubblin' like acne
Whippin' next to [?]
Paid the bitch to twerk it on the pole I got the ass free
Pull a brick of hundred out of ones these hoes harass me
Since I touched the game, that shit ain't been the same
They tryna freeze me out but they can't kill the kane
Make a million every time I drop so f..ck the fame
I can put some young'ns on your bumper for a piece of change
Cocaine in the bubble we was silly mane
If I get the cheddar say I did it for my niggas mane
Don't you know that
Nigga don't you know that
[The Jacka:]
Ugh...
Got my pistol, out the window
So much cocaine on me, I can't go home
What am I gonna do [?]
It's getting hard to hide it from you
Cause its got so [?]
