Jersey (feat. Alex Mack)

Fly to yo city Just gimmie a week And they'll call it my home We doing whatever we like And we doing whatever we want The going got tough And I had to get down And do shit on my own Had to do shit on my own Had to do shit on my own Yea yea Fly to yo city Just gimmie a week And they'll call it my home We doing whatever we like And we doing whatever we want The going got tough And I had to get down And do shit on my own Had to do shit on my own Had to do shit on my own Yea yea Spending this money on liquor Got problems you drowning In all of ya pills While I'm sitting here Putting food on the table And drowning in all of these bills Tryna help you from the grave That you digging But you feel in love with the thrill Tryna get up off my back Gotta vision to turn all this pain into mills We party from night till the morn She ask why I'm living this way When you came from nothing And ran outta options You live like you dying today From days back in jersey They did me too dirty A youngin just looking for play But now that I'm buzzing I'm building discussion And silence with moves that I make Like zero dark thirty Put that on my jersey I'm locked and I'm ready to spray Yea Over looked me Now I'm back on the scene And now all they can do is just pray yea Stepping to me Then you better have fight Lost everything But it's fueling the light Thinking it's worth it Not wasting my time From jersey to world wide It's gunna be mine Fly to yo city Just gimmie a week And they'll call it my home We doing whatever we like And we doing whatever we want The going got tough And I had to get down And do shit on my own Had to do shit on my own Had to do shit on my own Yea yea Fly to yo city Just gimmie a week And they'll call it my home We doing whatever we like And we doing whatever we want The going got tough And I had to get down And do shit on my own Had to do shit on my own Had to do shit on my own Yea yea Moved to the Atlanta I'm doing alright Securing the bag Like I got off a flight Some niggas got left Cause they couldn't get right Ain't putting in work They in love with the hype I love the game Like money Mitch Life ain't fair But it's a funny bitch You don't get the joke So we don't get along I've been smoking heavy So my lungs are strong I'm Tommy Chong With this marathon Called the rap game If I had to bet I'd bet on me In this craps game If you shoot for me What you wanna be You got bad aim I'm a moving target Moving state to state In the fast lane Coming from the side Where the babies die from drive by Even if you innocent You gonna need an alibis Losing faith in Jesus You might switch up to Malachi Living by the beach Smoking seaweed just the past the time Had to leave the garden Oklahoma to James Harden It was time to be the leader You settle for dick eater I settle for nothing lesser Than Russell I'm best dresser These snakes all starting to slither So Rari called up a hitter Mackeezus Fly to yo city Just gimmie a week And they'll call it my home We doing whatever we like And we doing whatever we want The going got tough And I had to get down And do shit on my own Had to do shit on my own Had to do shit on my own Yea yea Fly to yo city Just gimmie a week And they'll call it my home We doing whatever we like And we doing whatever we want The going got tough And I had to get down And do shit on my own Had to do shit on my own Had to do shit on my own Yea yea