Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Intro , by - Jag. Release date: 05.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Intro |
| 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 |
| Fiends 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 |