[Verse 1: The Jacka] My eyes are windowed you can see straight into my soul When I'm gettin' high you can see the smoke in my skull Bringin' caine back, 20 fiends livin' in the trap Everyday we at, wake up at, but that's not my home Quarter in a cone cause I squeeze the trigger on "cabrones" Pure in a brick cause my 'nect come from Michoacan 30 in the plastic so you better have your ratchet on (?) pat you down Really movin' soft, knock you off if you ask around J-1 back around after 17 years Whole time he was down said they never seen him tear Brought him J's but the Brons said he never seen a pair Took a loss yea after thousand pounds went in the air You took a loss, wasn't my fault but I still treated you fair n***as in the life of crime it's the sh** they trynna hear Told me that the hood was down now I'm gettin' rich again [Hook] [Verse 2: ] [Hook] [Verse 3: Ampichino] [Hook]