[Verse 1: The Jacka]
All started from a dream
And my sisters movin cream
And ain't nobody notice us n***a
From hand-to-handin' fiends
From movin whole things
And everybody know it my n***a
Im outta town thousand grams with a story my n***a
Got a 8 in a 4, finna pour it up with you
Hop on a plane with a whole one but too young to drink liquor
I'll probably end up the river where they slowly forget you
My n***a at the top got a lonely position
Alotta my n***as locked, I'll never forget 'em
It's alotta n***as shot who fail to remember
You a member in the Mob, you a hell of a n***a
You rather get a n***a time, we'll never forgive you
We talkin bout somebody down, we take care of it n***a
We probably pick apart the line and they ain't sharin it with us
Cause I done knocked a n***a down just for starin' at n***as