Million Miles - The Jacka

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-I-N-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