The Jacka - 45 lyrics

[Intro: The Jacka] [Verse 1: The Jacka] Do time, come home, & be a made n***a Or wake up starin' to the eyes of a paid k**er I'm starin' in your eyes while you starin' down the barrel of a .45 I'm in the 'Maro with a fearless mind Sick thoughts, blowin' trees tryin' not to cough Tryin' not to knock you off So n***a show me where the soft Show me where the cheese and I'm off Blend in to the darkness All my life I just wanted to be the largest No regards for the law Knockin' shots at the sergeant just for feelin' what I saw Erry time I ride around The reality hit, get rich or k** a n***a tryin' [Hook] [Verse 2: Berner] I'm solid under pressure, you gonna buckle for sure Half a kilo tucked in my bunk, while I'm on tour I'm pissin' gold Rosay, last night was a blur Three or four pills get to makin' me slur She wanna choose, she'll loose if I leave her alone I heard she ran through the crew and she ain't even a hoe Hot shell makes your skin melt, will leave you below The ground rottin' in the coffin, drunk drinkin' patron My .45 stay clean, it won't jam up at all I'm lookin' at a dead man, we clap back at the law We bounce back every single time a package is lost Playin' with my money (?) ain't laughing at all I got you starin' down the barrel of a .45 [Hook] [Verse 3: The Jack] Got you starin' down the barrel of a .45 Tied up the wishes of another life You can get the business with my .45 High out my mind, swervin' in & outta lanes Too drunk to drive, hope I make it home alive I probably k** myself cause it's hard to survive These n***as talkin' sh** 'til the chrome arrive [Verse 4: Berner] I'ma air this b**h out, smell the gun smoke, cut throats Sixteen when I learned to cut coke, eyes low (?), (?), Tell me I'm not on When I pull up with three or four b**hes on my arm And the shots from my .45 sound like a bomb I'm just tryna live, will they miss me when I'm gone C'mon