Scatta G. - Don't Jack ma J's lyrics

[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