Lyrics Intro - Jag

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