[HOOK]
Somebody need to give my wicked generation a real clue
Tell them life more precious than a pair of gym shos
They lost their mind
Somewhere in between getting introduced to d** and crime
This so real I'
Gotta find a proper way to break it down'
My sound, My voice, My choice of words provide pleasure
And urge young-ins to stop k**ing each other
Bring back the good days'
When love loyalty and respect is what the hood displayed
I'm feeling fresh today'
So'
Don't jack me for my J's
[Verse 1 Scatta G.]
I'm not a rapper, I'm a artist painting pictures
Meditating educating myself through holy scripture
I'm a mixture of pleasure and pain
Failure and Faith'
Sprinkle success in the mixture'
Now see how victory taste
Look me in my face and tell me what means the world to you
Money s** d** the club or some brand new shoes
Is that what your willing to die for
Living a lie
Walking with your eyes closed because satins blocking your site
One moment can change your whole life
Don't nose dive'
I ain't worried about you trying to jack my J's because I got Holes in mine
So take them'
Just take take my life to replace them'
And remember me when you lace them, up the left side
This is history in the making
Every song is serious so face it
It's show time
Don't pop, lock, drop, and jack my kicks
And leave me laying stretched out cold, kissing cement
You don't know what I sacrificed, to look halfway decent
Think about that when you see somebody with some brand new kicks
(J's)
[HOOK]
Somebody need to give my wicked generation a real clue
Tell them life more precious than a pair of gym shos
They lost their mind
Somewhere in between getting introduced to d** and crime
This so real I'
Gotta find a proper way to break it down'
My sound, My voice, My choice of words provide pleasure
And urge young-ins to stop k**ing each other
Bring back the good days'
When love loyalty and respect is what the hood displayed
I'm feeling fresh today'
So'
Don't jack me for my J's
[Verse 2 Scatta G.]
I been royalty every since I was a play pin solider
Rocking some Air Jordan's, with the snake skin on them
A little kid with Michael Jordan dreams
The reality is Michael Jordan got the sk**s and the personality
Say go shorty is yo birthday
We gone party like it's yo birthday
Go shorty it's your birthday
Now tell them what you got, some brand new J's
Them J's not more important than the blood that pump through my veins
Air I breath everyday'
Or the countless lives i can change
Don't take a mothers child from his mama
Let him see tomorrow'
Why don't you compliment him on his shoes'
Instead of pulling that nine out'
Thou shalt not k**
Thou shalt not steal
Thou shalt not worship the dirty dollar bill
I got a dollar trying to keep it and fix it
I gotta grip it and flip it
So I can turn it to a happy meal
Kids gotta eat, mama gotta, I gotta eat
Until then my only mission incomplete
Not to mention the dummies in the street
Judging a book before they read trying to jack the J's off my feet
[HOOK]
Somebody need to give my wicked generation a real clue
Tell them life more precious than a pair of gym shoes
They lost their mind
Somewhere in between getting introduced to d** and crime
This so real I'
Gotta find a proper way to break it down'
My sound, My voice, My choice of words provide pleasure
And urge young-ins to stop k**ing each other
Bring back the good days'
When love loyalty and respect is what the hood displayed
I'm feeling fresh today'
So'
Don't jack me for my J's
[Verse 3 Scatta G.]
You think I'm gone let you take whats mine when I worked hard as hell
Don't act like I'm the bad guy when I protect myself
You must be mistaking me for one of these rap losers
Who won't snap and shoot you
Dust my shoulders off like Jay-Z do you
Then move right through you'
What happened to the pride of the ghetto
When we used to feel special
Knowing where we came from made it all the better
When we became successful
That jump man symbol was always so symbolic
Of pride and greatness
We followed our dreams because we finally seen
Black men can make it'
Remove all limitations through God
He know you sick and tired
We don't give up even against all odds
We going hard
Every song is serious
Wanna be rappers drowned through the speakers
Welcome to my layer
Rap game grim reaper
Prepare for burial I'm not scaring you
I'm just telling you to get ready to face a major part of paying do's
I'll be damned if I'm gone let you take my soul just to take my I-phone, my polo coat, or my pair of shoes
My missions got my mental twisted but I gotta make it to finish
Accomplish my goals and stack my change
I'm scraping scrambling trying to put pieces together everyday'
This not a game'
Don't Jack Me For My J's