Jakk Frost - Jam On It (Freestyle) ft. Freeway lyrics

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I was dope boy fresh before you was a dope boy

I sold o’s boy before camera I made oh boy

With the boys in the hood making dough boy

Oh boy, y’all really don’t know what’s life about

But y’all need to let the drug dealers… out

And keep all the rapists in

Keep the vest on your chest so the cops can’t break us in

Execution, revolution, my life LED high resolution

If everybody grinding, who snoozing

If everybody winning, who loosing

A lot of you lie on twitter, you a …try on twitter

To look gangster, to look g’d up

Tweet picking your weed up, saying you read up

My young buck’s a cop at the …

… young girls still begging me for my time

Hope that my son see my legacy like tron

And I’m, west … you rewind this, … gangs behind us

So I’m not a king, don’t call me your highness

But when I throw it on, you can call me your flyness

Warning, little boys don’t try this

The louies cost more than your pradas

No cop I got them in Nevada

My job …

I travel, you’re a local

I could show you … spit of that…

Every line is addictive, descriptive, the friends of the …palm readers ain’t …

Can I get a witness, for the murder I wrote, you heard that I’m dope

I heard that you’re broke, guess we both heard right

Fly yo medina by the dawn’s first light

Then out to Mecca, re… chasing…to make my soul better

Taste your fact, will all make my cold better

Taught my oldest how to stack and hold chetter

That way when the rainy days come, my kids ain’t stuck on the block with them dumbs

If it’s cold outside, they won’t get numb,

And niggers start banging, they bought they own drums

If it’s too quiet, I’ma start a riot

Until them I be laying low with the higher

The street life got me on a sucker free diet

High calorie intake, whole team been straight

We gonna ride till the wheels fall off

And squeeze the hot metal till the steel fall off

In the 90’s I would spit it till the … fall off

Before use the computer and the internet shooters

Throw back jack 3, we back we, I don’t mean just me

Me and … that’s my ninja, jack man battle catch all…

You ain’t get it that’s an old head joke,

36 old…that’s old head coke

Our quarter rounds can’t feed my family

You can cut the check and keep that Grammy

So back Jakk 3… maniac of rap

…Can’t play me, tough line, can’t spray me

Bullet proof … bullets bounce off

…master the flow, survive on my hussle

… a new igor, beware, I feed on mc’s and I eat…

I bite raps, all you eat is snacks, big macks and …

I will barbeque your …

Y’all mc’s tickle me, and your jewelry trickery…

Stack up my dough so my kids live through me

… I run … big house and a …no roomies

…they got a ladder in it

… you all think are bad, we’re badder niggers

… what’s party with no dj

What’s a throwback jack with no freeway, yeah.