| The yay area, yeah boy that’s where I’m from
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| I never sold a million records but my time will come
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| First show I did in Sac was Dre Day with the Jack
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| I’m paranoid, don’t sit behind me, they shot bruh in the back
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| Got the world in my palms, Jack tatted on my arms
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| Mix a lot, praise Allah, always kept your faith in God
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| Burgers at Nations, big bruh taught me patience
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| No pork on my fork, keep a K for the haters
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| This the M-O-B, yeah you know me
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| I’m loving how the whole world respect King Shaheed
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| introduced us the music made us close
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| You would pull up in that Simply lemonade, fuck a soda
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| And it’s crazy how one death fuck up the game
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| And these square ass niggas use your name in vain
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| I vow to always keep it mob I’m trying to see through the pain
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| Never blink, and ask God, «Am I the jack of all trades?
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| This nigga gonna get on out there
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| 22 and I’ve been everywhere
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| But I ain’t satisfied, I’ma never lie
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| Mix a lot, praise Allah, I’ma never die
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| This nigga gonna get on out there
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| 22 and I’ve been everywhere
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| But I ain’t satisfied, I’ma never lie
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| Mix a lot, praise Allah, I’ma never die
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| I’m past ill, gas spill
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| Hit you with that flip mo, what the Jack feel?
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| You ain’t gotta look around, I am that ill
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| In the back of the titty bar, payin' hoes bills
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| Is that your girl? |
| Is that your girl, girl aye?
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| Took her to the telly, did 100 in her pearl, aye
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| Girls say, «Chang, you the champ»
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| Did it all for my son 'cause he gonna be a better man
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| Standing by stars with a clip in the car
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| Sometimes I pop niggas, I ain’t never felt sorry
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| Bitch, I still ride scrape, fuck a rooster in a 'Rari
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| DJ, play the Jack or we shooting up the party
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| Glamorous lifestyle, Neffy so gnarly
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| I’m liable to pull up on a Harley with shorty
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| I vow to always keep it mob, I’m tryna see through the pain
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| I never blink and ask God, «Am I the jack of all trades?»
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| This nigga gonna get on out there
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| 22 and I’ve been everywhere
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| But I ain’t satisfied, I’ma never lie
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| Mix a lot, praise Allah, I’ma never die
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| This nigga gonna get on out there
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| 22 and I’ve been everywhere
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| But I ain’t satisfied, I’ma never lie
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| Mix a lot, praise Allah, I’ma never die
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| Got me feeling like I’m a 21 year old figa
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| That’s my nigga and it really don’t get no bigga
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| They miss the Mob Figaz, Money Gang, me and Chang Chang
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| Can’t see it through the bread, let your boogie bang bang
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| I came through pieced-up with my waves greezed-up
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| When I step in the place, all the bitches freeze-up
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| Jesus, heard she had a baby and she named him that
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| Queen had a King named Shaheed and she named him Jack
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| macker, the Calico packer
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| Long live the king, the legacy live long after
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| Smack the taste out your mouth, you say the name
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| In vain, the game, tryna gain a little fame
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| You lil lames, I’ma snatch the seats of these geeks
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| Hope you’d do the same for me when if I can’t speak, never weak
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| Naw never, nigga I’ve been mobbin' like 10, 15 years
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| It’s like I gotta switch gears
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| Ah
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| This nigga gonna get on out there
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| 22 and I’ve been everywhere
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| But I ain’t satisfied, I’ma never lie
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| Mix a lot, praise Allah, I’ma never die
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| This nigga gonna get on out there
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| 22 and I’ve been everywhere
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| But I ain’t satisfied, I’ma never lie
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| Mix a lot, praise Allah, I’ma never die |