Here We Are - Freeway, The Jacka

Come through, hammer on me.

We.

We all got money

Damn they asked for me now

Here we are, here we are

Comin' up in this game better know it’s a struggle

Hardly ever see my daughter but she know that I love her

Down to my last ounce still pour with my brother

Fuck with Jack, everybody that you know’ll get smothered

Just touched from a state and send my ho to another

When your rubberbands stacked, they don’t notice your color

Miss my big cousin Harvey been gone a few summers

So I don’t never use the phone, I stay with a new number

And I’m coppin' everything if you got a cool number

Ain’t a flashy type of nigga everything I do under

Finna hit the road with my brand new bunny

Still spendin' old, ain’t touched this new money

What could you do for me?

I’m an entrepreneur

Been gettin' dough since 4 finger rings and rockin' Velours

Think killin' Osama will put a stop to the war?

It only made more problems, retaliations in store (I bet)

Come through, hammer on me.

We.

We all got money

Damn they asked for me now

Here we are, here we are

Aye this for my niggas who ain’t make it

I lost my heart young and I never did replace it

Yo I just wash the pain away with drugs

See my foe wash his brain away with guns

I’m in the Dunya tryna make it out the slums

Became the future because you’ll never see me where I’m from

Home of the losers

Who came up from the front line with the shooters

So we take what we want

Gettin' high I’m a user, 28s on the donk

Rather die and shoot ya, than take a loss

Cuz all you niggas losers so you pay the cost

Tryna shine like a jeweler Mueller on my arm

Yeah, you wouldn’t know 'bout that glam-life

It costs dough you niggas better get the cash right

I’ll get loc’d if you ain’t count the duffle bag twice

I’m pure dope like a solid in a glass pipe nigga

Come through, hammer on me.

We.

We all got money

Damn they asked for me now

Here we are, here we are

Rep that MOB, I’m just like that

We out here, I don’t think they like that

P-World, we them fly cats

A mean world in them projects

That’s where niggas lose they life at

That’s ill nigga how you write that?

I’m real so it came out easy

No one believe you but everybody believe me

I pull out product they pay me

I’m full of Prada and Bale’s

I pull a chop out and down him

Or maybe I use the brownie

That’s over your head unless you are one of us and you killed

Sandwiches on our belt, that mean cannons is on our hip

I been gangsta before colors, boyz N' da hood and menace

Takin' up for my brothers, into the coke business

Wake you up with my thumper, then clean up every witness

Told us never kill so I beg for forgiveness

You don’t overstand tryna picture how I’m livin'

Do the best you can, probably still end up in prison

Never went to school all my niggas out here pitchin'

Got a mothafuckin' tool, jump straight into the deep end