Fight Music Cypher (feat. Illy Octane, Tony Cleveland & Da Youngin)

Oh shit, Jak is back, call me White Boy Scoliosis People claiming money talks but steady stay with halitosis Every time they open up they mouth the bullshit gets to floatin Claiming they still waiting on a sign from God, well bitch I spoken Every dude ain't tryna play a bitch, just to turn a trick Like every bitch ain't tryna make it rich, just by faking it Don't care about your opinion, you can keep it to yourself And oh, not everything's offensive, it's just how you're fucking taking it People claim I'm faking it, talk it just to say the shit Never ran in streets or hit the block pushing that wavy shit Owe me a couple bucks, I was on that coke with the 380 rip Extended clip, just letting off shots at you and your lady shit Yeah Jak was on that jack ass shit, morphine was a habit Contemplating murder scenes in my head like an acid trip Now I'm back to myself and we killing this shit like savages Me up against the world, bet I'm better than any average is Loc's on look like I don't give a motherfucker Got a rope chain, diamond charm, 1300 bucks Got my name, ringing bells like it's 11 in the a.m Back road bully, let the fully get to spraying Used to ride the Buick with the ceiling hanging down Hide my sack off in that bitch when the police would come around I don't buck, I proceed in breaking every bar down Catch a TKO, I never let my guard down Okay, what now, who's next Shit, I'd rather get some green money than a blue check I'm slicker than an ace of spades in a new deck A skinny nigga with a big man complex Walk like I'm a pimp, but I'm allergic to hoes I just want a queen with a main bank roll Always bring her pretty friends to my rap shows I let her hear my songs, she said, you on Jak cold I'm grinding nigga, money just as dirty as the scale I got 40 per tens and only 30 of them for sale My nigga downtown sittin lonely in the cell 10% of 300, shit, that's 30 for the bail In the trenches with it, I be hands-on with the stings CEO, but I answer the phone when it ring I be always known for setting the tone around this thing How the f*ck is you a boss when you don't own anything True player for real, I can't help this in my makeup Have her cryin, noddin, slobbering, fucking up her makeup My girl always mad at me, every day we break up I make money when I'm sleeping, then I count it when I wake up I ain't gotta ask a nigga nothing I be steady hitting plays, making thousands in a bucket Two-time felon, I don't care, I'ma tuck it If I gotta do time, I'ma take a seat Sold a couple nines, taking rents on the ride I can't sell everything, I take it one at a time I don't need a helping hand if I did they'll slide But when you fucking with the streets, then it's rules and guides Barely getting sleep, niggas, pros and cons Bitch, you ain't gotta like me, cause I'm on the grind All a nigga know is go and get to it When you riding with the Youngin and Frozt, it's fight music, nigga