[Intro]
Mic West
Yeah
This ya boy JAG
Dakun's got it
They want the King Joffrey sh*t
That’s that five star sh*t you know
West Adams, AMG n*gga, what's happenin'?
[Verse 1]
Cuz say he want that raw sh*t
Break a n*gga jaw sh*t
Kill a n*gga, saw sh*t
Seal a n*gga, aw, sh*t
Boss sh*t, goody sh*t
Dutch bag, woody sh*t
Summer time, 90 outside, black hoodie sh*t
Swear they want that old JAG, want me in my old bag
Ballin’ out this world, '06 Derek Rose JAG
b*tches came to see me whenever they need they nose tagged
n*ggas brought they girl around, seal and got they ho smashed
Mama used to work a lot, I learned how to fly by
Learned about the beef that's in the streets, I'm on my five guy
They want me on my block sh*t, they don't want the fly guy
They want me with the window half down doin' drive-by
I guess I gotta dress for the job, tryna get tailored
And I keep the beam, you know I ain't tryna get lasered
My n*gga hit me up and he said he tryna get flavors
Fiends in the trap with no money tryna get favors (f*ck that)
I saw my n*ggas sending dope to jail, real talk
Eyeballin' grams ’cause the lil’ homie broke the scale
I know some n*ggas hope I won't prevail
They want the bro to fail, happy if I die or if I go to jail
Any time I feel the beat, f*ck around and kill the beat
’Cause I ain't have a meal to eat, my n*ggas had to steal to eat
I'm still broke, but still the best in my f*ckin' city
Hard to keep faith when you know she was f*ckin’ Biggie
Come from where you get your ass jumped 'fore they shot you
Where the YGs fade for OGs yellin', "I got you"
I saw my mama speak to god, like "Lord help him out there
Help him live, I'm begging you, help him keep a job"
She almost cried, I let her meet the squad
Whole bunch of Bloods, whole bunch of drugs, crazy how I beat the odds
And where I'm from they rep a flag n*gga, red or blue
And you gotta pick a swag, so what set are you?
Where the b*tches even bang, yeah, I done met a few
My n*gga told me life is a b*tch, I had to let her through
Oh yeah, I come from where they bang and they movin' rocks
Come from where it never rain unless we shootin' shots
I remember back when N.W.A had the guns in the stu'
Got me thinkin' 'bout me shootin' cops
They want the real, they better show son a check
The newest n*gga, homie, show some respect
King JAG (Woo)
[Outro]
Yeah
Y'all know what it is, boy
First album out
South Central JAG