Ask God

Album cover art for "Ask God" by The Jacka

The Jacka - Rap

Ask God

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Duration: 9:47

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[Verse 1] If you owe me, its too late to pay He got the money, I gunned him down anyway It's real boy, my team, real war, hear the straps bang Don't stay, outside, too late, tonight Full moon, in the sky, please try, to survive (?) Now he standin' there when the big machine comin' He been through a lot boy you still ain't seen nothin' Till the M1 (?) open up his gut [Hook] Alotta mothafuckas act Mob I'm a real nigga I don't act hard 700 buried in my backyard Niggas sell they soul for that, all we did was ask God Fresh back from a strap charge Man I did my time it wasn't that hard When I'm in there I pushed the black cart You rat your way up outta that, all we did was ask God [Verse 2] They know me, love us, J-A is so dope That's all, they say, I'm on, the e-way Gettin' high, cocaine, you're all, insane Mob shit, foreva, you came, you came To see me perform in a place where most ain't safe but we still had fun Cause I can remember, I know you remember The gangstas, forever [Hook] Alotta mothafuckas act Mob I'm a real nigga I don't act hard 700 buried in my backyard Niggas sell they soul for that, all we did was ask God Fresh back from a strap charge Man I did my time it wasn't that hard When I'm in there I pushed the black cart You rat your way up outta that, all we did was ask God [Verse 3] Jack Brand new machine Come to my hood, we movin' mean New cars, they smell like trees New boys they'll try to steal my steez But I'm so dope I let it go with ease Then I do my show and the main goons'll go me New York, overseas, all I wish is death to my enemies [Bridge] Don't stay, outside, too late, tonight Full moon, in the sky, please try, to survive [Hook] Alotta mothafuckas act Mob I'm a real nigga I don't act hard 700 buried in my backyard Niggas sell they soul for that, all we did was ask God Fresh back from a strap charge Man I did my time it wasn't that hard When I'm in there I pushed the black cart You rat your way up outta that, all we did was ask God Alotta mothafuckas act Mob I'm a real nigga I don't act hard 700 buried in my backyard Niggas sell they soul for that, all we did was ask God Fresh back from a strap charge Man I did my time it wasn't that hard When I'm in there I pushed the black cart You rat your way up outta that, all we did was ask God

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Writers
  • The Jacka
  • Don Juan Cartel
  • Rasun