"Jersey King" lyrics

(tthatsnasty)
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
Bah, bah, eugh

I made racks, no, I won't look back
And I call shots just like Montana
We pull stunts like Evel Knievel
You can't touch this like MC Hammer
Bros on tags, still roll with the bammers
I flag where I'm from like football banners
5'5", make your lock this scrammers
Sweet one, but she ain't got no manners

Forget, but I will not forgive
If I sight one of them, I'ma take this strip
I rap, but, no, it don't mean that I slip
I bop with a limp like an old school pimp
My marj told me I can be anything that I want in life, but don't be a wimp
Two cramped in a snub-nose like twins
Southside of the waters where it begins
Pray to Allah and repent my sins
In twenty-two years, I've done some things
If I said it, I did it, I mean it or if not seen it
Why would I get up and fib?
Rap, trap, gettin' it how I live
For the love of the bag, I'll take those risks
Before rap, I was takin' trips
Free my walalos out of the bin

I made racks, no, I won't look back
And I call shots just like Montana
We pull stunts like Evel Knievel
You can't touch this like MC Hammer
Bros on tags, still roll with the bammers
I flag where I'm from like football banners
5'5", make your lock this scrammers
Sweet one, but she ain't got no manners

You're high as a kite if you think I'ma leave my house for a eighth and a ten pound drink
The bruck back kicks like Rob Van Dam
The hair pin trigger made shoulders fling
Feds stop man on my way to shoot
Only God knows how they ain't find anything
I used to hit shots from Wally to Croy
See a smile on my face when ma Nokia ring
If they kick this door, I'll hide everything
If my pride gets dent, I'll bind everything
I used to stand in the rain on my own
Now I'm tryna get used to the finer things
Cuban links and diamond rings
Uptown for a fling, so I brought my fing
I rap now, pull strings, violin
All I need is a bag in this life of sin

I made racks, no, I won't look back
And I call shots just like Montana
We pull stunts like Evel Knievel
You can't touch this like MC Hammer
Bros on tags, still roll with the bammers
I flag where I'm from like football banners
5'5", make your lock this scrammers
Sweet one, but she ain't got no manners
I made racks, no, I won't look back
And I call shots just like Montana
We pull stunts like Evel Knievel
You can't touch this like MC Hammer
Bros on tags, still roll with the bammers
I flag where I'm from like football banners
5'5", make your lock this scrammers
Sweet one, but she ain't got no manners