Berner, The Jacka - 45 lyrics

Do time, come home, & be a made nigga
Or wake up starin' to the
Eyes of a paid killer
I’m starin' in your eyes while you starin'
Down the barrel of a 45
I’m in the 'Maro with a fearless mind
Sick thoughts
Blowin' trees tryin' not to cough
Tryin' not to knock you off
So nigga show me where the soft
Show me where the cheese and I'm off
Blend in to the darkness
All my life I just wanted to be the largest
No regards for the law
Knockin' shots at the sergeant just
For feelin' what I saw
Erry time I ride around the reality hit
Get rich or kill a nigga tryin'

I’m solid under pressure
You gonna buckle for sure
Half a kilo tucked in my bunk
While I'm on tour
I’m pissin' gold Rosay, last night was a blur
Three or four pills get to makin' me slur
She wanna choose
She'll loose if I leave her alone
I heard she ran through the crew
And she ain't even a hoe
Hot shell makes your skin melt
Will leave you below
The ground rottin' in the coffin
Drunk drinkin' patron
My 45 stay clean, it won't jam up at all
I'm lookin' at a dead man
We clap back at the law
We bounce back every single time
A package is lost
Playin' with my money ain't laughing at all
I got you starin' down the barrel of a 45


Got you starin' down the barrel of a 45
Tied up the wishes of another life
You can get the business with my 45
High out my mind, swervin' in & outta lanes
Too drunk to drive, hope I make it home alive
I probably kill myself cause
It's hard to survive
These niggas talkin' shit 'til
The chrome arrive

I'ma air this bitch out, smell the gun smoke
Cut throats
Sixteen when I learned to cut coke, eyes low
, Tell me I’m not on
When I pull up with three or
Four bitches on my arm
And the shots from my 45 sound like a bomb
I'm just tryna live
Will they miss me when I’m gone c'mon