The Jacka - Sanctuary (Remix) lyrics

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The Jacka - Sanctuary (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] You know It's kinda f**ed up but It's kinda like you're born to lose, you know what I mean? Steady young, get your own n***a Coke boy Montana [Hook] You already know that All this money I be staring at You already know that All this money I be staring at All this money I be staring at Bring your love baby, I'mma bring my shame Bring the d** baby, I'mma bring my pain You already know that All this money I be staring at All this money I be staring at [Bridge] I don't know what's worse To never get it Or get it and lose it You know what I mean? it's sanctuary baby You know they say It's the game of life And you don't get to play it twice Juuheard? [Verse 1: The Jacka] I lived a hell of a life, sellin' them kicks Copped from the Mex twice & ran off with hella their sh** Blood shot a n***a, saved my life, I'll never forget it There's never been a time I shot a n***a that I will regret Real n***as you never heard of, had to murder & never be rich Never heard of me in the beef gotta war to be (?) s**as say they Mob, I knocked 'em down, brought some order to this Just a real n***a who was born and brought up in this n***as say they had it bad, we was poor and fought to exist n***as go the flow of the globe, was taught to resist Resist, resillient, every thought is brilliant Ay yo, this beat is like my enemy, I just wanna k** it Couple hundred million, i'm about to feel it Livin' with my n***as, show 'em how I did it Spend everything you make cause the grave you soon visit Rest in peace V12, i'm on a (?) [Hook] [Verse 2: French Montana] Head shot, didn't die God got a plan for you Bounce back, hit the block OG got them grams for you Did it on your own, nobody gave a hand to you Now you hot, spitting bars, shows 30 grand for you God protect the child that can hold his own Almost lost it all for everything he own Put that on everything Thought I knew it all but I ain't know anything Did it with my dawgs, Had to get my weight up Pick the K's up 100 round homie lift your braids up Never put my legs up I'm working now, it's working out They wonder how Hundred miles running n***a gunning till the sun is out

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