Boy Im on top of my bread like the crust
All of you bitches is biting the dust
Who give a fuck what I say in my raps
Me and my bank account nigga thats facts
Bobbin and weaving through all of my tracks
One verse away from your ass gettin smacked
Jump in the booth and I keep it a stack
Taking my time like I want that shit back
Hope you offended with all of this shit
Stay outta court but I ball in this bitch
Back in the day I would pray for some help
Fuck all of that, Ima do it myself
Niggas pop up when the shit going well
Look at a nigga thats fresh out of hell
Jaku is back and he booming again
Lord help me act like a human again
Bitches keep looking for somebody heart
Talking bout, shit lemme not even start
Somedays I wish I would die in my sleep
Pain from the past cut a nigga too deep
Niggas be going through bigger and worse
So I shut the fuck up and get back to the verse
God on my side and the demons in front
So I try not to cry when Im rolling my blunt
Up in the city with nowhere to go
Nine in my lap and put nine in your hoe
Niggas want smoke but they grabbing inhalers
I empty a clip on your ass like a trailer, Bitch

Aye Jaku, kill em

Roll, by the block, like I hit a spin move
Indie with rap, but I ain't a Hindu
Finna hit the mic like Joe Jackson
Nigga I scrap like throwback, son
Still fuck 12 like ain't no ruler
Nigga my bars make you call Uber
Got that shit that yall slept on
Got so much dope can't get stepped on
All that online shit don't matter
Nigga my iPhone ring like Saturn
Bitches on my dick when the wallet got thick
Now my name in they mouth like a fucking toothpick
Nigga was poor like a late night Henny
2019 but the vision look 20
All on my own like I don't need a lease
Polo my balls so the talking is brief
Bitch on her knees like a motherfucking aunt
Bitch Im the best you can say what you want
Nobody know how I kill on a flow
Tell em I hustle like Never Before
They want me right behind bars like a whiskey
Still in the game but the shit getting risky
Marathon Man, RIP Nipsey
Bottle my pain and I never get tipsy
Work, grind, fight, ball
Keep, the cash, kill, the calls
Write, the lines, that hit, the soul
Like Jay, or Em, Lamar & Cole
Spent, my life, behind, a beat
Rap, to keep, my life, complete
Hold, my dick, your thoughts, and words
I do, my shit, & flip, the bird

Living my life in a digital age
Instagram getting me all in a rage
Niggas be dying to get a few likes
Bitches be thinking they body ain't right
Thanking the Lord that I don't need the hype
Spacing my bars from the internet type

Spacing my bars from the internet type for real