The Jacka - Million Miles lyrics

[The Jacka] This a letter to my thugs that I'm sendin' out.. They call me, The J-A-C-K-A Most money most hoes, why I live that way I know it's drama on the streets, but I still stay We seen a little light, but our sky still grey Hustlin' in the rain, feelin' pain like a migraine Head ache, bit by a two-head snake With a corrupt j**el, my boy got washed on his first case Hate to see the look on his mother's face, no time to waste Hit the block with the 9 on waist, only the real will make the 9 erase Life or put your nose to a plate and make the white line erase Mind over matter, and you can even live through a ma**acre Slavery or torture, we brought the straps to the club to make them n***as remorse ya [?] And All I heard was.. "All these n***as strapped as usual, and if you don't blast first then we all die too." [Chorus] I'll be a million miles away When you get this letter Too thug for the streets, can't shake the pain A right to remember You my n***a and I never would let you down n***as change but the world still go around We from the slums, many nights we done been without This a letter to my thugs that I'm sendin' out [The Jacka] I was suspended from space and time Stripped from everything I love man, and placed behind An iron gate I just try to be cool and pretend like everything is straight Tryna concentrate and write these raps, but that sh** is whack though Least they let my nig go He ain't know what to do to keep the cash flow So a n***a have something to come home to n***a what n***a f** you You a thug I'm a thug too Put em up or get stuck with the ruck tooth Get gutted, get your whole fit flooded n***a No remorse I feel the same everyday, I love to kid but I don't play They call me The J-A-C-K-A [Chorus] I'll be a million miles away When you get this letter Too thug for the streets, can't shake the pain A right to remember You my n***a and I never would let you down n***as change but the world still go around We from the slums, many nights we done been without This a letter to my thugs that I'm sendin' out [The Jacka] What you gon' do when you get out? Hit the block cuz' I got much clout Fire up a batch with the mob cuz' I'm out n***as talk sh** get smacked real quickly With the a** of the big body Desert E 50 Don't let Kazi or Feddy be with me Say goodbye to the world, cuz tomorrow you'll be missing It's The Jack! It's the Jack! n***a it's The Jacka One love the K-I-N-G, don't le em catch ya It's the b**h a** detective that's really tryna sweat ya Got our boy Bo locked, the whole mob scattered out catchin' cases Changin' faces, gettin' flatted out I guess the Mob Figaz just gotta sav it out