Lyrics

[Verse 1: The Jacka] (Jack) Listen, time never phase me, yo Still got the crazy flow Sleep till the sun go Dressed when the night come I remember the leather task force & Fila two tones Girlfriend 14, her moms and her pops gone I was 13, my pops in a state dorm Moms on her own, felt her pain but she stayed strong No education, no job to retire On the Mob, I was selling coke two years prior In the sixth grade, black and grey suede Pums' on Stay fresh, but I only trap to bring food home Out here hustlin' but I'm nothing like the lames you've known Shit's easy, survival was the skill I've honed I'm not dreaming no more, I'm already grown & the road I took so dark, can't find my way back to 'em But you're always in my heart So I made that song & when it seems to fall apart You should play that for 'em [Hook X2: The Jacka] They say the good die young And he taketh away If niggas talking they don't live it Then they're forced to pay I'm just trying to be a man in this poison land Forgive me father They forced my hand [Verse 2: Berner] Your girl want to pay me, yo Pull her let eighty go Hit Billboard, no play on the radio I do it for my mom and my homeboys too Rest in peace Pretty Black, Roger, and Pum They took Phil too soon When I got that news I was counting out cash in a hotel room I felt sick to my stomach We ain't take that trip I was only nine when my dad's place got hit I watch my daughter sleep Think, Lord keep me around I know these haters can't stand seeing me smile I'mma live New whip, White leather and all And I make a few mill, every year in the fall Light deps too, yeah, I was on back then Black leather coats, gold ropes, big chrome rims In '08, we were running the game And when I die I pray to god they remember my name [Hook X2: The Jacka] They say the good die young And he taketh away If niggas talking they don't live it Then they're forced to pay I'm just trying to be a man in this poison land Forgive me father They forced my hand [Verse 3: Richie Rich] Jack look Got it for the low low Been getting dough dough You know where it comes from I know where it go though Why they call me double When really I'm solo I got cinco Only somebody call ocho Hustling on parole Nigga I'm loco Never seen my face But recognize the vocal I ate with Russell Simmons So how could i be local But a lot of that bullshit I just couldn't go for Sipping on patron Thinking bout my bro bro The gave him thirty years and all i got is a photo Last time i seen this nigga we was wearing polo They found thirty ducks in the trunk of his Volvo Shit is real When you're out here in the field Got me teaching my boy how to lock and load steel I know it hurts Buts shit too scared go to church And all this cosmic slop i think about my nigga Lurch [Hook X2: The Jacka] They say the good die young And he taketh away If niggas talking they don't live it Then they're forced to pay I'm just trying to be a man in this poison land Forgive me father They forced my hand