Jaku lyrics

Boy Im on top of my bread like the crust
All of you b*tches is biting the dust
Who give a f*ck what I say in my raps
Me and my bank account n*gga thats facts
Bobbin and weaving through all of my tracks
One verse away from your ass gettin smacked
Jump in the booth and I keep it a stack
Taking my time like I want that sh*t back
Hope you offended with all of this sh*t
Stay outta court but I ball in this b*tch
Back in the day I would pray for some help
f*ck all of that, Ima do it myself
n*ggas pop up when the sh*t going well
Look at a n*gga thats fresh out of hell
Jaku is back and he booming again
Lord help me act like a human again
b*tches keep looking for somebody heart
Talking bout, sh*t lemme not even start
Somedays I wish I would die in my sleep
Pain from the past cut a n*gga too deep
n*ggas be going through bigger and worse
So I shut the f*ck up and get back to the verse
God on my side and the demons in front
So I try not to cry when Im rolling my blunt
Up in the city with nowhere to go
Nine in my lap and put nine in your hoe
n*ggas want smoke but they grabbing inhalers
I empty a clip on your ass like a trailer, b*tch

Aye Jaku, kill em

Roll, by the block, like I hit a spin move
Indie with rap, but I ain't a Hindu
Finna hit the mic like Joe Jackson
n*gga I scrap like throwback, son
Still f*ck 12 like ain't no ruler
n*gga my bars make you call Uber
Got that sh*t that yall slept on
Got so much dope can't get stepped on
All that online sh*t don't matter
n*gga my iPhone ring like Saturn
b*tches on my di*k when the wallet got thick
Now my name in they mouth like a f*cking toothpick
n*gga was poor like a late night Henny
2019 but the vision look 20
All on my own like I don't need a lease
Polo my balls so the talking is brief
b*tch on her knees like a motherf*cking aunt
b*tch Im the best you can say what you want
Nobody know how I kill on a flow
Tell em I hustle like Never Before
They want me right behind bars like a whiskey
Still in the game but the sh*t getting risky
Marathon Man, RIP Nipsey
Bottle my pain and I never get tipsy
Work, grind, fight, ball
Keep, the cash, kill, the calls
Write, the lines, that hit, the soul
Like Jay, or Em, Lamar & Cole
Spent, my life, behind, a beat
Rap, to keep, my life, complete
Hold, my di*k, your thoughts, and words
I do, my sh*t, & flip, the bird
Living my life in a digital age
Instagram getting me all in a rage
n*ggas be dying to get a few likes
b*tches be thinking they body ain't right
Thanking the Lord that I don't need the hype
Spacing my bars from the internet type

Spacing my bars from the internet type for real