IntroAin’t this the shit that I’m awful forNigga fuck the squad, can’t be apart of yoursBlowin’ all that beef like a carnivoreThis feel like ??? cause I keep a tabNo need to break a sweat for meTo get respectCall a couple ghouls and let them do the restYou say your flow is blessed, my nigga do your bestYou tryna run with meYou runnin’ out of breathAnd you can tell the city how I’m back upBut that’s probably cause a nigga money drivenBeen a lot of niggas tellin’ tall talesBut too many of them been too small to get emShit, these daysI’m too hot and coldYou could probably blame that on the Portland in emFlow is Obi-Wan even AnnakinAnd the irony is I ain’t force a nigga(Chorus)Trеat these rappers likе foster kidsRarely ever pay attention to emSayin’ words and my name JackAnd I’m ashamed that I had to do it to emLast year I needed confirmationThis year its fuckin interviewIf I go to heaven or I go to hellTell my mama that I’ll visit soonNorthside made me dis wayFrom the streets, bitch I’m authenticGive a fuck bout, any dollar amountCause the bigger picture need my dogs in itMax rise, going downtownPosted out front of the compoundSayin you lost, but you not foundHow you feel lost in your own town?*Voice Recording*Look, LookI-I don’t give a fuck manThat nigga Jordan Fletcher is nice broAnd it’s crazy how niggas just don’t talk about himLike, I feel like it’s bullshitYou know what I’m saying?Like, you know you see a nigga ballin’ in the leagueAnd he don’t get a contract?That’s how I feel about this nigga man, fo’ realAnd they didn’t get the vision (No)Daddy ain’t come to visit (No)Made him a family and moved to like Texas or CaliMan, either way, he been missin’ shitI’m salty I must admit itWanna see a show? Nah you gon’ pay admission just to cop a ticketMomma said don’t be condescendingBeen this way since I was a kidA kid ain’t taking shots at the hoop I knew I was different (Yeah I know)From a lot of niggas they be tryna fit inSick of being normal, look like I ain’t giftedI don’t fuckin get itYo what the fuck I’m listenin’My mouth full of gold, so my diamonds glistenAll the nicest whips, with the baddest bitchesCallin Carolina, throwin’ up my niggaDrive a red Mercedes just to wreck it nigga (skrrt)(Chorus)Treat these rappers like foster kidsRarely ever pay attention to emSayin’ words and my name JackAnd I’m ashamed that I had to do it to emLast year I needed confirmationThis year it’s fuckin interviewIf I go to heaven or I go to hellTell my mama that I’ll visit soon*Fade out*
