The Jacka - Here We Are lyrics

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The Jacka - Here We Are lyrics

[Chorus] Come through, hammer on me.. We.. We all got money Damn they asked for me now Here we are, here we are X2 [Joe Blow] Comin' up in this game better know it's a struggle Hardly ever see my daughter but she know that I love her Down to my last ounce still pour with my brother f** with Jack, everybody that you know'll get smothered Just touched from a state and send my ho to another When your rubberbands stacked, they don't notice your color Miss my big cousin Harvey been gone a few summers So I don't never use the phone, I stay with a new number And I'm coppin' everything if you got a cool number Ain't a flashy type of n***a everything I do under Finna hit the road with my brand new bunny Still spendin' old, ain't touched this new money What could you do for me? I'm an entrepreneur Been gettin' dough since 4 finger rings and rockin' Velours Think k**in' Osama will put a stop to the war? It only made more problems, retaliations in store (I bet) [Chorus] Come through, hammer on me.. We.. We all got money Damn they asked for me now Here we are, here we are X2 [Young Lox] Aye this for my n***as who ain't make it I lost my heart young and I never did replace it Yo I just wash the pain away with d** See my foe wash his brain away with guns I'm in the Dunya tryna make it out the slums Became the future because you'll never see me where I'm from Home of the losers Who came up from the front line with the shooters So we take what we want Gettin' high I'm a user, 28s on the donk Rather die and shoot ya, than take a loss Cuz all you n***as losers so you pay the cost Tryna shine like a j**eler Mueller on my arm Yeah, you wouldn't know 'bout that glam-life It costs dough you n***as better get the cash right I'll get loc'd if you ain't count the duffle bag twice I'm pure dope like a solid in a gla** pipe n***a [Chorus] Come through, hammer on me.. We.. We all got money Damn they asked for me now Here we are, here we are X2 [The Jacka] Rep that MOB, I'm just like that We out here, I don't think they like that P-World, we them fly cats A mean world in them projects That's where n***as lose they life at That's ill n***a how you write that? I'm real so it came out easy No one believe you but everybody believe me I pull out product they pay me I'm full of Prada and Bale's I pull a chop out and down him Or maybe I use the brownie That's over your head unless you are one of us and you k**ed Sandwiches on our belt, that mean cannons is on our hip I been gangsta before colors, boyz N' da hood and menace Takin' up for my brothers, into the coke business Wake you up with my thumper, then clean up every witness Told us never k** so I beg for forgiveness You don't overstand tryna picture how I'm livin' Do the best you can, probably still end up in prison Never went to school all my n***as out here pitchin' Got a mothaf**in' tool, jump straight into the deep end

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