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Mic West Yeah This ya boy JAG Dakun's got it They want the King Joffrey shit That’s that five star shit you know West Adams, AMG nigga, what's happenin'? Cuz say he want that raw shit Break a nigga jaw shit Kill a nigga, saw shit Seal a nigga, aw, shit Boss shit, goody shit Dutch bag, woody shit Summer time, 90 outside, black hoodie shit Swear they want that old JAG, want me in my old bag Ballin’ out this world, '06 Derek Rose JAG Bitches came to see me whenever they need they nose tagged Niggas brought they girl around, seal and got they ho smashed Mama used to work a lot, I learned how to fly by Learned about the beef that's in the streets, I'm on my five guy They want me on my block shit, they don't want the fly guy They want me with the window half down doin' drive-by I guess I gotta dress for the job, tryna get tailored And I keep the beam, you know I ain't tryna get lasered My nigga hit me up and he said he tryna get flavors SongtexteFiends in the trap with no money tryna get favors (Fuck that) I saw my niggas sending dope to jail, real talk Eyeballin' grams ’cause the lil’ homie broke the scale I know some niggas hope I won't prevail They want the bro to fail, happy if I die or if I go to jail Any time I feel the beat, fuck around and kill the beat ’Cause I ain't have a meal to eat, my niggas had to steal to eat I'm still broke, but still the best in my fuckin' city Hard to keep faith when you know she was fuckin’ Biggie Come from where you get your ass jumped 'fore they shot you Where the YGs fade for OGs yellin', "I got you" I saw my mama speak to god, like "Lord help him out there Help him live, I'm begging you, help him keep a job" She almost cried, I let her meet the squad Whole bunch of Bloods, whole bunch of drugs, crazy how I beat the odds And where I'm from they rep a flag nigga, red or blue And you gotta pick a swag, so what set are you? Where the bitches even bang, yeah, I done met a few My nigga told me life is a bitch, I had to let her through Oh yeah, I come from where they bang and they movin' rocks Come from where it never rain unless we shootin' shots I remember back when N.W.A had the guns in the stu' Got me thinkin' 'bout me shootin' cops They want the real, they better show son a check The newest nigga, homie, show some respect King JAG (Woo) Yeah Y'all know what it is, boy First album out South Central JAG Aus Songtexte Mania