On sight (feat Merc)

Yeah, I left for a minute, but I told you I'd be back again They said I couldn't do it, so I slaughtered the whole track again Yeah, they put me through it, but I rose up through the cracks within They tried to shut me out, but Jupe done put me on the track again Just like that, I'm back again, oh my god, it's Jak again On this petty, petty shit, steady talking trash again Look, I want all the smoke, hold up, let me roll some hash again Straight blow it in your face, bro don't make me beat that ass again You could have a pad and pen, your whole group could be savages It wouldn't matter, y'all could get battered, cause y'all inadequate I'm climbing up the ladder to battle all of this faggot shit That's happening in hip-hop, ain't stopping until the bag is zipped They say I'm totally insane and I'm wacker than Marshall Mathers, shit If that's true, then I can expect me a couple platinum hits And that's legit, cause now that I'm back, I'm back to smashing shit Hit after hit like Jaki Urlacher, the way I tackle this Yeah I'm the Yami Yugi, I got the cards and I mastered it Your blue eyes, it ain't shit to Exodius' forbidden blaster, bitch And now it's sat in plaster, immaculate's how I rap and shit Ayy, Merc come kill this beat, for I take it over and trash this shit When I see you then it's on , boy You know what's gon' happen, they gon' put it in a song, boy Higher than a 747 on the convoy Hella snakes in the grass, gotta keep an eye on boy F*ck em' all, I'll Milwaukee, buck em' all Put that power forward and get to shooting like a basketball Aim it at your head and leave it polished like some armorall Armor what you need to keep you living when them shells fall And they say I'm a motherfucking threat As long as I be killing, I can murder with the best And nah this ain't no chess, but I'm the king for the check Niggas sleeping, they don't give it, so I'm taking my respect I'm the reason half these niggas even got a name All the oop'n let you catch it just to get off in the game You can call me, bet you homies still ain't finna be the same Let me catch you bitches on sight, nothing else to say Coldest white boy in the nap and it happened, it ain't no accident It happens when what actually happens is in your rappin shit No capping, spitting actual facts of all the past and shit That you done had to go through, mix talent and go at max with it Product of environment, yeah, I had to grow out of it You see where I come from, I know where I'm at, I'm proud of it I'm proving people wrong cause they always wanting to doubt this shit Now I'm getting paper while haters running they mouth with it Freezy on the track, got Merc in here to produce the hits We steady on the grind and you ain't even known for doing shit Bitch, get out the way, yeah, I'm telling you that it's scary shit So greedy with the paper, you think I had an inheritance Fresh up off the block, gotta wake up, roll up smoke an O I'm not fucking with no ignorance, can't tell me something I don't know That's why they fucking with me, I'm a young dude with an older soul I go by Young OG or Jak Freezy, but OG call me Coak