[Verse 1: The Jacka]
Headed to Saks Fifth with 20 stacks in my fist
It seem like this gon' last forever so we act like we rich
Mob, driving spaceships got n***as mad at they bitch
But before you step to Jack just know a cannon exist
That mean a sandwich on our hip, we ain't capturing pics
This ain't a sitcom movie these is actual clips
I made raps about my life they international hits
I did shows in the hood the other faction was pissed
So I went to show 'em love and gave stacks to the kids
I'll probably die because of my passion for this
Wonder have I, because I'm high passed up a chance
No matter how high I get I'll never pass up my fans

[Chorus: The Jacka]
They gon' ask me where I been, even though I never left
They gon' try to bring me down
Till I take over the world with this
They gon' ask me where I been, even though I never left
They gon' try to get me down
Till I take over the world with this

[Verse 2: The Jacka]
5:30 in the morning gotta pack up again
Got a flight travel light a hundred stacks in my jeans
I'm The Jack I really live what rappers act like they seen
Then fucking up, parole violation back to the bin
On my bunk shaking trying kick the smack from my veins
Heart racing with dark thoughts crowding my brain
I know you [?] through it all start to sound the same
You got a Glock and you rock n***as [?] in game
I'm on the block real killers speak my name
You think you hot these heat seekers greet your frame
And then we fly out to Miami smell like weed on the plane
Bring the clones to the hood and leave my n***as the strain
[Chorus: The Jacka]
They gon' ask me where I been, even though I never left
They gon' try to bring me down
Till I take over the world with this
They gon' ask me where I been, even though I never left
They gon' try to get me down
Till I take over the world with this

[Verse 3: Fed-X]
You see the money come and going like we printing it up
Worldwide Mobfigaz the states wasn't enough
So I'm summer overseas collecting my income
Euros pink notes I'm addicted to it like drugs
And we smoking out the pound, California is where I'm from
We looking down at the ground cause we sitting at the top
I'm probably pulling out the drop, a great day the suns out
Adding it up while we count we doing shows in the town
The people say I'm hard to find that means I'm hard to be found
Cause we flying real high getting fetti is my style
A big slice of humble pie I'm throwing weed to the crowd
Thumbs up to the jury I done beat another trial

[Chorus: The Jacka] (x2)
They gon' ask me where I been, even though I never left
They gon' try to bring me down
Till I take over the world with this
They gon' ask me where I been, even though I never left
They gon' try to get me down
Till I take over the world with this