Coming Around

Lyrics

[Intro: The Jacka] Mob, yeah I know they know what this is Mob, I know you know what this is L-Finguz They keep coming around We keep gunning 'em down First they didn't know who I am But everybody heard of us now [Chorus: The Jacka] They keep coming around We keep gunning 'em down First they didn't know who I am But everybody heard of us now They stay coming around We stay gunning 'em down First they didn't know who I am But everybody murderers now [Verse 1: Lil Yee] They say it's lonely at the top but it's a better view You never ate out of a pot that still had residue At auntie house, you can't tell moms everything you do And everything you seen before, it was never new I'm never spooked, tell the truth, I ain't scared to shoot I'm livin' proof, real nigga, ain't a point to prove It's a bang gang thing, you ain't in the loop Ayy, King Jack, this a slap, nigga, just for you I know, I know, I know you know what this is I know, I know, I know you know how we live It's low on dope, we might just come to your crib And scope, and scope, it's how we feedin' our kids Murder, extortion, bouncin' out of them Porsches I can rock Balenciagas, I'd rather do the Forces It's important, feeding my niggas that's less fortunate If you do it to the neck, ain't gotta worry about 'em pointing, nah [Chorus: The Jacka] They keep coming around We keep gunning 'em down First they didn't know who I am But everybody heard of us now They stay coming around We stay gunning 'em down First they didn't know who I am But everybody murderers now [Verse 2: The Jacka] Knocked some niggas down but I hope I never killed a child Monsters, tall, came up hard while the bills is piled up Landlord mad as fuck, gotta kick us out 11 years old, 'member coke used to keep us down Cocaine feed us now, dope by my penis now Strap in my Levis and I just wanna kill that man Rap so wack nowadays, it's hard to be a fan I just hit the trap and blaze no matter where I land [Chorus: The Jacka] They keep coming around We keep gunning 'em down First they didn't know who I am But everybody heard of us now They stay coming around We stay gunning 'em down First they didn't know who I am But everybody murderers now [Verse 3: Boo Banga] You really real if you count a mil' and you still yourself 'Cause if you fake and you in the way, you should kill yourself Any situation, never put myself first Bein' great ain't always great, it's a gift and a curse Ridin' out to Cita Son, worse come to worse Old funk, new chop, three round burst And I can't keep these demons inside of me You looked me dead in my eyes and you lied to me Now I look at you as a rivalry Tryna monopolize, you used my game improperly That knife you stuck in my back wasn't sharp enough Bang gang, it's only killers in the car with us [Chorus: The Jacka] They keep coming around We keep gunning 'em down First they didn't know who I am But everybody heard of us now They stay coming around We stay gunning 'em down First they didn't know who I am But everybody murderers now