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letra de million miles - the jacka

[the jacka]
this a letter to my thugs that i’m sendin’ out..

they call me, the j-a-c-k-a
most money most hoes, why i live that way
i know it’s drama on the streets, but i still stay
we seen a little light, but our sky still grey
hustlin’ in the rain, feelin’ pain like a migraine
head ache, bit by a two-head snake
with a corrupt jewel, my boy got washed on his first case
hate to see the look on his mother’s face, no time to waste
hit the block with the 9 on waist, only the real will make the 9 erase
life or put your nose to a plate and make the white line erase
mind over matter, and you can even live through a m-ssacre
slavery or torture, we brought the straps to the club to make them n-ggas remorse ya
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and all i heard was..
“all these n-ggas strapped as usual, and if you don’t blast first then we all die too.”

[chorus]
i’ll be a million miles away
when you get this letter
too thug for the streets, can’t shake the pain
a right to remember
you my n-gga and i never would let you down
n-ggas change but the world still go around
we from the slums, many nights we done been without
this a letter to my thugs that i’m sendin’ out

[the jacka]
i was suspended from sp-ce and time
stripped from everything i love man, and placed behind
an iron gate
i just try to be cool and pretend like everything is straight
tryna concentrate and write these raps, but that sh-t is whack though
least they let my nig go
he ain’t know what to do to keep the cash flow
so a n-gga have something to come home to
n-gga what
n-gga f-ck you
you a thug i’m a thug too
put em up or get stuck with the ruck tooth
get gutted, get your whole fit flooded n-gga
no remorse i feel the same everyday, i love to kid but i don’t play
they call me the j-a-c-k-a

[the jacka]
what you gon’ do when you get out?
hit the block cuz’ i got much clout
fire up a batch with the mob cuz’ i’m out
n-ggas talk sh-t get smacked real quickly
with the -ss of the big body desert e 50
don’t let kazi or feddy be with me
say goodbye to the world, cuz tomorrow you’ll be missing
it’s the jack! it’s the jack! n-gga it’s the jacka
one love the k-i-n-g, don’t le em catch ya
it’s the b-tch -ss detective that’s really tryna sweat ya
got our boy bo locked, the whole mob scattered out catchin’ cases
changin’ faces, gettin’ flatted out
i guess the mob figaz just gotta sav it out

- the jacka

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