Million Miles

Lyrics

[The Jacka] This a letter to my thugs that I'm sendin' out.. They call me, The J-A-C-K-A Most money most hoes, why I live that way I know it's drama on the streets, but I still stay We seen a little light, but our sky still grey Hustlin' in the rain, feelin' pain like a migraine Head ache, bit by a two-head snake With a corrupt jewel, my boy got washed on his first case Hate to see the look on his mother's face, no time to waste Hit the block with the 9 on waist, only the real will make the 9 erase Life or put your nose to a plate and make the white line erase Mind over matter, and you can even live through a massacre Slavery or torture, we brought the straps to the club to make them niggas remorse ya [?] And All I heard was.. "All these niggas strapped as usual, and if you don't blast first then we all die too." [Chorus] I'll be a million miles away When you get this letter Too thug for the streets, can't shake the pain A right to remember You my nigga and I never would let you down Niggas change but the world still go around We from the slums, many nights we done been without This a letter to my thugs that I'm sendin' out [The Jacka] I was suspended from space and time Stripped from everything I love man, and placed behind An iron gate I just try to be cool and pretend like everything is straight Tryna concentrate and write these raps, but that shit is whack though Least they let my nig go He ain't know what to do to keep the cash flow So a nigga have something to come home to Nigga what Nigga fuck you You a thug I'm a thug too Put em up or get stuck with the ruck tooth Get gutted, get your whole fit flooded nigga No remorse I feel the same everyday, I love to kid but I don't play They call me The J-A-C-K-A [Chorus] I'll be a million miles away When you get this letter Too thug for the streets, can't shake the pain A right to remember You my nigga and I never would let you down Niggas change but the world still go around We from the slums, many nights we done been without This a letter to my thugs that I'm sendin' out [The Jacka] What you gon' do when you get out? Hit the block cuz' I got much clout Fire up a batch with the mob cuz' I'm out Niggas talk shit get smacked real quickly With the ass of the big body Desert E 50 Don't let Kazi or Feddy be with me Say goodbye to the world, cuz tomorrow you'll be missing It's The Jack! It's the Jack! Nigga it's The Jacka One love the K-I-N-G, don't le em catch ya It's the bitch ass detective that's really tryna sweat ya Got our boy Bo locked, the whole mob scattered out catchin' cases Changin' faces, gettin' flatted out I guess the Mob Figaz just gotta sav it out