The Jacka - Million Miles lyrics
[The Jacka - Million Miles lyrics]
This a letter to my thugs
That I'm sendin' out
They call me, The J-A-C-K-A
Most money most hoes, why I live that way
I know it's drama on the streets
But I still stay we seen a little light
But our sky still grey hustlin' in the rain
Feelin' pain like a migraine
Head ache, bit by a two head snake
With a corrupt jewel
My boy got washed on his first case
Hate to see the look on his mother's face
No time to waste
Hit the block with the 9 on waist
Only the real will make the 9 erase
Life or put your nose to a plate
And make the white line erase
Mind over matter
And you can even live through a massacre
Slavery or torture
We brought the straps to the club
To make them niggas remorse ya
And All I heard was
"All these niggas strapped as usual
And if you don't blast first
Then we all die too"
I'll be a million miles away
When you get this letter
Too thug for the streets
Can't shake the pain a right to remember
You my nigga and I never would let you down
Niggas change but the world still go around
We from the slums
Many nights we done been without
This a letter to my thugs
That I'm sendin' out
I was suspended from space and time
Stripped from everything I love man
And placed behind an iron gate
I just try to be cool and
Pretend like everything is straight
Tryna concentrate and write these raps
But that shit is whack though
Least they let my nig go
He ain't know what to do
To keep the cash flow
So a nigga have something to come home to
Nigga what nigga fuck you
You a thug I'm a thug too
Put em up or get stuck with the ruck tooth
Get gutted, get your whole fit flooded nigga
No remorse I feel the same everyday
I love to kid but I don't play
They call me The J-A-C-K-A
I'll be a million miles away
When you get this letter
Too thug for the streets
Can't shake the pain a right to remember
You my nigga and I never would let you down
Niggas change but the world still go around
We from the slums
Many nights we done been without
This a letter to my thugs
That I'm sendin' out
What you gon' do when you get out?
Hit the block cuz' I got much clout
Fire up a batch with the mob cuz' I'm out
Niggas talk shit get smacked real quickly
With the ass of the big body Desert E 50
Don't let Kazi or Feddy be with me
Say goodbye to the world
Cuz tomorrow you'll be missing
It's The Jack! It's the Jack!
Nigga it's The Jacka
One love the K-IN-G, don't le em catch ya
It's the bitch ass detective that's
Really tryna sweat ya got our boy Bo locked
The whole mob scattered out catchin' cases
Changin' faces, gettin' flatted out
I guess the Mob Figaz just gotta sav it out
That I'm sendin' out
They call me, The J-A-C-K-A
Most money most hoes, why I live that way
I know it's drama on the streets
But I still stay we seen a little light
But our sky still grey hustlin' in the rain
Feelin' pain like a migraine
Head ache, bit by a two head snake
With a corrupt jewel
My boy got washed on his first case
Hate to see the look on his mother's face
No time to waste
Hit the block with the 9 on waist
Only the real will make the 9 erase
Life or put your nose to a plate
And make the white line erase
Mind over matter
And you can even live through a massacre
Slavery or torture
We brought the straps to the club
To make them niggas remorse ya
And All I heard was
"All these niggas strapped as usual
And if you don't blast first
Then we all die too"
I'll be a million miles away
When you get this letter
Too thug for the streets
Can't shake the pain a right to remember
You my nigga and I never would let you down
Niggas change but the world still go around
We from the slums
Many nights we done been without
This a letter to my thugs
That I'm sendin' out
I was suspended from space and time
Stripped from everything I love man
And placed behind an iron gate
I just try to be cool and
Pretend like everything is straight
Tryna concentrate and write these raps
But that shit is whack though
Least they let my nig go
He ain't know what to do
To keep the cash flow
So a nigga have something to come home to
Nigga what nigga fuck you
You a thug I'm a thug too
Put em up or get stuck with the ruck tooth
Get gutted, get your whole fit flooded nigga
No remorse I feel the same everyday
I love to kid but I don't play
They call me The J-A-C-K-A
I'll be a million miles away
When you get this letter
Too thug for the streets
Can't shake the pain a right to remember
You my nigga and I never would let you down
Niggas change but the world still go around
We from the slums
Many nights we done been without
This a letter to my thugs
That I'm sendin' out
What you gon' do when you get out?
Hit the block cuz' I got much clout
Fire up a batch with the mob cuz' I'm out
Niggas talk shit get smacked real quickly
With the ass of the big body Desert E 50
Don't let Kazi or Feddy be with me
Say goodbye to the world
Cuz tomorrow you'll be missing
It's The Jack! It's the Jack!
Nigga it's The Jacka
One love the K-IN-G, don't le em catch ya
It's the bitch ass detective that's
Really tryna sweat ya got our boy Bo locked
The whole mob scattered out catchin' cases
Changin' faces, gettin' flatted out
I guess the Mob Figaz just gotta sav it out