The Jacka - Same Shit Everyday lyrics
[The Jacka - Same Shit Everyday lyrics]
I remember the shit like it was yesterday
Gun blast
Happened to fast for us to run away
Shit a nigga go through every time
You put your gun away i just pray, Inshalah
I'll get em' back some day
Might not be this month, or this year
But one day i'll be the one to hear
The last words you say
While your Gods feed the drum of
The tommy aimed your way
Killers around me every day
Fake gangstas when interrogated
Easily stray from the life of trill rap
4 deep bendin' laps wit a concealed strap
Lil Scrap and TI called the hood a trap
I might be high, empty out a clip at
My neighbor, then remain stuck to the strip
Like fly paper
Remember me before I die, like fly gangsta
Cuz I'm from the place where gunshots wake ya
The spot where a rock can take
Ya straight to the top
Where young nigs scrape the block
Thirsty for murder
Where your mom smoke dope
But ya nigs won't serve her
I love this place
But one day I really hope to get further
Ayo ayo, push up the pace tho
Now it's playdoh A1 Yayo
Fuck wit my guap it'll get mas feo
The opposite of my name Hus El Guapo
Pull up in the Mob slow, let the chop go
22 treses out the AR 1 cinco
Psycho psycho, twistin' crip and
Sippin' lean yo
Niggas dippin' like Neo in the Matrix pop em
(pop em) on the spot
And slide off with my people
Dippin' (dippin') in the drop, loadin' up for the sequel
The part 3, Hus is on the loose again
(loose again) stupid again, loosin' it man
I ride up in that 4 door mobshotta
Knockin' shots at the
I'm a top shotta, bad man rock mobsta
The idiot in Italy with 45 shells and pasta
Yeah I feel I'm is, yeah I think I is
Niggas time you think I did
Not to mention the innocent
Bystanders I think hit
I know niggas doin' vida in the pinta rich
It's the same shit everyday
Smash niggas out the way
Mobbin' every mothafuckin' time
It's the same shit everyday
Smash niggas out the way
Mobbin' every mothafuckin' time
Big shit or 38s, blap niggas out the gates
Mobbin' every mothafuckin' time
Gun blast
Happened to fast for us to run away
Shit a nigga go through every time
You put your gun away i just pray, Inshalah
I'll get em' back some day
Might not be this month, or this year
But one day i'll be the one to hear
The last words you say
While your Gods feed the drum of
The tommy aimed your way
Killers around me every day
Fake gangstas when interrogated
Easily stray from the life of trill rap
4 deep bendin' laps wit a concealed strap
Lil Scrap and TI called the hood a trap
I might be high, empty out a clip at
My neighbor, then remain stuck to the strip
Like fly paper
Remember me before I die, like fly gangsta
Cuz I'm from the place where gunshots wake ya
The spot where a rock can take
Ya straight to the top
Where young nigs scrape the block
Thirsty for murder
Where your mom smoke dope
But ya nigs won't serve her
I love this place
But one day I really hope to get further
Ayo ayo, push up the pace tho
Now it's playdoh A1 Yayo
Fuck wit my guap it'll get mas feo
The opposite of my name Hus El Guapo
Pull up in the Mob slow, let the chop go
22 treses out the AR 1 cinco
Psycho psycho, twistin' crip and
Sippin' lean yo
Niggas dippin' like Neo in the Matrix pop em
(pop em) on the spot
And slide off with my people
Dippin' (dippin') in the drop, loadin' up for the sequel
The part 3, Hus is on the loose again
(loose again) stupid again, loosin' it man
I ride up in that 4 door mobshotta
Knockin' shots at the
I'm a top shotta, bad man rock mobsta
The idiot in Italy with 45 shells and pasta
Yeah I feel I'm is, yeah I think I is
Niggas time you think I did
Not to mention the innocent
Bystanders I think hit
I know niggas doin' vida in the pinta rich
It's the same shit everyday
Smash niggas out the way
Mobbin' every mothafuckin' time
It's the same shit everyday
Smash niggas out the way
Mobbin' every mothafuckin' time
Big shit or 38s, blap niggas out the gates
Mobbin' every mothafuckin' time