Jaku

Boy Im on top of my bread like the crust All of you bitches is biting the dust Who give a f*ck what I say in my raps Me and my bank account nigga that's facts Bobbing and weaving through all of my tracks One verse away from your ass getting smacked Jump in the booth and I keep it a stack Taking my time like I want that shit back Hope you offended with all of this shit Stay out of court but I ball in this bitch Back in the day I would pray for some help F*ck all of that, Ima do it myself Niggas pop up when the shit going well Look at a nigga thats fresh out of hell Jaku is back and he booming again Lord help me act like a human again Bitches keep looking for somebody heart Talking bout (Shit lemme not even start) Somedays I wish I would die in my sleep Pain from the past cut a nigga too deep Niggas 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 Niggas want smoke but they grabbing inhalers I empty a clip on your ass like a trailer, Bitch (Aye Jaku, kill em) Roll, by the block, like I hit a spin move Indie with rap, but I aint a Hindu Finna hit the mic like Joe Jackson Nigga I scrap like throwback, son Still f*ck 12 like aint no ruler Nigga my bars make you call Uber Got that shit that yall slept on Got so much dope cant get stepped on All that online shit don't matter Nigga my iPhone ring like Saturn Bitches on my dick when the wallet got thick Now my name in their mouth like a fucking toothpick Nigga 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 Bitch on her knees like a motherfucking aunt Bitch 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 shit 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 and Cole Spent my life behind a beat Rap to keep my life complete Hold my dick, your thoughts, and words I do my shit, and flip the bird Living my life in a digital age Instagram getting me all in a rage Niggas be dying to get a few likes Bitches be thinking they body aint 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