Jrako, you know that
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Who the f*ck is Jrako, Ha, I'm finna show ya
You old niggas time up, bitch get out my way She ain't really tryna make no money, bitch, get out my face
Roll me a wood, say, what up, Jaymoe then I start my day I been on the money, really, I ain't got no time to waste
I ain't been answering my phone, so they calling me fake These niggas not good for my health, so I'm staying out they way
I don't f*ck with racks, I'm tryna kill them, so I'm around with a snake Been the same way, nigga, I'm thugging craddle to the grave
Scheming looking for a log while I'm smoking purple haze These niggas be actors, man, you can call they ass David Spade
Me and bro used to be f*cked up, plotting while we play 2K Before I tell on a nigga, I'm gon' do my time and play some spades
Pour me a three-up in my cup, nah, I'm in outer space When I be around these f*ck niggas, I feel out of place
No you can't hit this shit, it's strong, you know I'm finna face Sipping on wok, I feel like Prince, I'm singing Purple Rain
I ain't see you niggas, I was in the trenches feeling pain put my trust in niggas, and they folded, now I feel betrayed
She ain't want me then, but now she gone, I make her my slave Nigga, you ain't my brother, I don't love you, so we can't catch the fade
Rocking dark shades in the booth, I feel like Johnny Cage throw it off the glass to my mans like my name was Cade
When it come to money, niggas lost like they in the maze If I ain't pull in shit, then I had a bad day
They only really love you when you gettin' to it Niggas wanna be around me, na cause I'm making music
Niggas gotta stay from around me, might catch a lil' boosie All my friends is dead, got me feeling like I'm Lil Uzi
So many clips up in the ride, we finna shoot a movie They telling me I gotta keep going, they like how I do it
Always scheming, talking to my dawg like my name was Stewie Pass it to my nigga in the corner, he a spot-up shooter
I don't trust none, so I ride around with felonies I don't speak English no more, I only speak guapanese
If it go down and we get booked, you might tell on me Nigga, I ain't doing no freestyles, cause I don't style for free
Get your soft ass out the kitchen if you can't stand the heat I can't do no slipping up, cause this shit fall on me
I'ma be the one that get us out, this shit all on me You left me on my dick when I was broke, so you can't call on me
My guardian angels watch over me while I run through the streets Really, I just let my soul out while I'm on the beat
What's your motivation, nigga, I need a house on the beach Really, what I say, I'm everything these niggas wanna be
Nigga, you ain't really no gangsta you a wannabe I spend so much shit on two-three, he should endorse me
Niggas say he balling, but he in jail for some court fees acting like a stepper, like a bottle, niggas corked em