JERSEY KING

[Intro] (tthatsnasty) (It's Kosfinger, baby) Bah, bah, eugh [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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