[Intro: The Jacka]
Yeah, Jack
M Geez on the track
Yeah, the mob
Yeah
Free that n***a Hus
Yeah
The real world
Yeah (you know what I'm saying?)

[Verse 1: The Jacka]
You n***as hate me, you'll never get far
Like a shooting star, in my SLR
To the top, what I'm headin' for
My shit'll never lock, swear to God that the lead'll soar
Through the wind in your door, that's just the first shot
Here come 99 more, gangsta is what you not
C'mon, why you lyin' boy tellin' n***as what you got
That's not who you really are, you wanna be me
A Monday in my rental car loadin' my piece
I can't get loaded off tree no more, I need bo to make it stronger
Can't wait no longer, I'm like a vampire, I can't shake the hunger
The one who n***as hire, to take they life from em'
We won't live forever mayne, everybody comin'
Thinkin' 'bout what never came, the game never loved him
Played the hand we was dealt, only God can judge him
Hella paper I done felt, never left the struggle
End up out here by my self, but I still love it
[Hook: The Jacka]
Looking in the mirror, ask myself "who is you? Is that me?"
They think I'm a fool, but I'm a G
Is that you? You don't have a clue who you are
You're so fake, I know you'll break, you get caught
You're not me, you all talk, again
Looking in the mirror, ask myself "who is you? Is that me?"
They think I'm a fool, but I'm a G
Is that you? You don't have a clue who you are

[Verse 2: Joe Blow]
Ay, I 'm feeling like Mess, man
It's hard being black
All a n***a know is pimping hoes and selling crack
Daddy is a hustler, sister is just cork rule
Mama is a dope fiend
Damn, it's a small world
Me? I'm in the hood like the OG
With the 40, gotta keep it on me
Screws in my head loose, mama can't control me
Since I was 14, playing with them oz's
Things with bro-Gs for about 4 weeks
Fuck beef, man, I'm tryna get some more geese
Tell them n***as masked up, tryna run up on me
"Now it's on" and it's plain to see
It's not turning out what they claiming to be
We was rocking last week, now you keeping a distance
I tell him I'm on one, and he tell me I'm trippin
Let your pussy get fucked, man, you n***as is bitches
[Hook: The Jacka]
Looking in the mirror, ask myself "who is you? Is that me?"
They think I'm a fool, but I'm a G
Is that you? You don't have a clue who you are
You're so fake, I know you'll break, you get caught
You're not me, you all talk, again
Looking in the mirror, ask myself "who is you? Is that me?"
They think I'm a fool, but I'm a G
Is that you? You don't have a clue who you are

[Verse 3: Young Hyphy]
My n***as move in the wind, my n***as thugs with clips
I ain't worried bout shit, my n***as shooting to kill, yeah
Mama tried, couldn't keep me in the books
Did crime, got caught, now they got me in the books
Riding with the crooks, hustle til we outta coke
The Glock leave your face crooked like you had a stroke
Playing with my money? I'm coming at your throat
Yeah I'm a mack, but they see me coming at your ho

[Verse 4: Joe Blow]
Ay, look, look
I glorify the life of crime
10 cent hitting the floor, man, the only way I drop a dime
Even the dimming stars in the sky night gotta shine
So I'm on the grind, yeah dog, I gotta make it
Haters I can't dodge, like feds in The Matrix
Tryna be seen, chilling in, Tiggers laced in
Wanted right now, no time for patience
Robbery, Attempted Murder, beat many cases
[Bridge: The Jacka]
Is that you?
You're so fake
Not me
Again!
That me
Is that you?

[Hook: The Jacka]
Looking in the mirror, ask myself "who is you? Is that me?"
They think I'm a fool, but I'm a G
Is that you? You don't have a clue who you are
You're so fake, I know you'll break, you get caught
You're not me, you all talk, again
Looking in the mirror, ask myself "who is you? Is that me?"
They think I'm a fool, but I'm a G
Is that you? You don't have a clue who you are