[Verse 1: The Jacka]
(Jack)
Listen, time never phase me, yo
Still got the crazy flow
Sleep till the sun go
Dressed when the night come
I remember the leather task force & Fila two tones
Girlfriend 14, her moms and her pops gone
I was 13, my pops in a state dorm
Moms on her own, felt her pain, but she stayed strong
No education, no job to retire
On the Mob, I was selling coke two years prior
In the sixth grade, black and grey suede Pums' on
Stay fresh, but I only trap to bring food home
Out here hustlin', but I'm nothing like the lames you've known
sh**'s easy, survival was the sk** I've honed
I'm not dreaming no more, I'm already grown
& the road I took so dark, can't find my way back to 'em
But you're always in my heart
So I made that song
& when it seems to fall apart
You should play that for 'em
[Hook X2: The Jacka]
They say the good die young
And he taketh away
If n***as talking they don't live it
Then they're forced to pay
I'm just trying to be a man in this poison land
Forgive me father
They forced my hand
[Verse 2: Berner]
Your girl want to pay me, yo
Pull her let eighty go
Hit Billboard, no play on the radio
I do it for my mom and my homeboys too
Rest in peace Pretty Black, Roger, and Pum
They took Phil too soon
When I got that news
I was counting out cash in a hotel room
I felt sick to my stomach
We ain't take that trip
I was only nine when my dad's place got hit
I watch my daughter sleep
Think, Lord keep me around
I know these haters can't stand seeing me smile
I'mma live
New whip, White leather and all
And I make a few mill, every year in the fall
Light deps too, yeah, I was on back then
Black leather coats, gold ropes, big chrome rims
In '08, we were running the game
And when I die I pray to god they remember my name
[Hook X2: The Jacka]
They say the good die young
And he taketh away
If n***as talking they don't live it
Then they're forced to pay
I'm just trying to be a man in this poison land
Forgive me father
They forced my hand
[Verse 3: Richie Rich]
Jack look
Got it for the low low
Been getting dough dough
You know where it comes from
I know where it go though
Why they call me double
When really I'm solo
I got cinco
Only somebody call ocho
Hustling on parole
n***a I'm loco
Never seen my face
But recognize the vocal
I ate with Russell Simmons
So how could i be local
But a lot of that bullsh**
I just couldn't go for
Sipping on patron
Thinking bout my bro bro
The gave him thirty years and all i got is a photo
Last time i seen this n***a we was wearing polo
They found thirty ducks in the trunk of his Volvo
sh** is real
When you're out here in the field
Got me teaching my boy how to lock and load steel
I know it hurts
Buts sh** too scared go to church
And all this cosmic slop i think about my n***a Lurch
[Hook X2: The Jacka]
They say the good die young
And he taketh away
If n***as talking they don't live it
Then they're forced to pay
I'm just trying to be a man in this poison land
Forgive me father
They forced my hand