How Could I Lack

[Intro: Cruzz & Jakob]
Cruzz
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Uh, I got something hot right now

[Hook: Cruzz]
Niggas gon talk on my name
Like I ain't been the same
Damn you right I put ice on my wrist
Pussies don't know how to bang
But I come with the gang
And this pistol might Tyson a bitch
How could I lack, how could I trip
I call up L and he air out yo crib
I keep a gat, how could I miss
Fuck with the bag getchu hit in the ribs

[Verse 1: Jakob]
You know what it is when I hop on a track
Was on a hiatus but bitch now I'm back
I know I got haters cuz me they can't match
26 countries I've been on the map
Name been the same so just say it right
This life is a game so just play it right
Leaving me wrong so just make it right
Despite the dark times still man of the light
I travel the world, I'm baggin' your girl
And nah I ain't sorry
Light skin with some curls, need cinnamon swirl
Need her ASAP like Rocky
You gеt me but haven't got to me
Still lеarning lessons but you cannot school me
Only God can judge me you jury duty
And I'm blacked off that yak but I ain't a foolie
I've been neglected I've been disrespected but that ain't stoppin' my grind
Take me for granted then don't understand it when I don't wanna waste time
Done with the scammers, Cruzz bringing the hammer, he give me the word then it's on sight
You fuck with the fam, gonna end in a jam, leave it up to the man pray you make it tonight
I'm done with the drama, unpacking my trauma, lotta wrongs I still need to make right
Kindness for weakness, don't think I don't see it outta my life that's your mistake right
Been through a lot (yeah)
Way more than most (true)
I know who I got (who)
The rest of you ghost

[Hook 2X: Jakob & Cruzz]
Haters gon talk on my name
Like I ain't been the same
Damn you right I put ice on my wrist
Pussies don't know how to bang
But I come with the gang
And this pistol might Tyson a bitch
How could I lack, how could I trip
I call up Cruzz and he air out yo crib
I keep a gat, how could I miss
Fuck with the bag getchu hit in the ribs
Niggas gon talk on my name
Like I ain't been the same
Damn you right I put ice on my wrist
Pussies don't know how to bang
But I come with the gang
And this pistol might Tyson a bitch
How could I lack, how could I trip
I call up L and he air out yo crib
I keep a gat, how could I miss
Fuck with the bag getchu hit in the ribs

[Verse 2: Cruzz]
Niggas don't know who they talkin' to
When I walk in they clear outta the room
It's Cruzz, ain't nobody stoppin' me (Cruzz)
You can now witness the prophecy (yeah)
I'm still stackin' bread off the broccoli
Like I let it boom if you wanna tomb
And no I'm not sending apologies (grrrr)
Send him up to the moon, that boy was a goon
So I had to teach him astrology
You know I come from a land where people abandon
Freedom from robbery (facts)
This wasn't part of the plan
But they give us a chance for equality (damn)
So Imma just run up these bands and get a few fans
I'm doing it properly
I was just trappin' a xan and juggin' yo fam
I came a long way with the mic in my hand
Imma fight till I'm right at the spot that I planned
You ain't get it before but it's settling in
Hoe my demons on go Imma let it begin
Like, you with you could do it like me (yeah)
Flip the whip and he going to sleep (flip it)
Hollow tips in the clip let it eat
All my demons on go let em' be
I'm the one who been running the east
I don't talk to no hoe or no treesh
I been doing myself give them back to the streets (uh)
Yeah I been running the game
Bipolar I know I'm insane (insane)
Reach for my chain (chain)
I let it bang

[Hook: Cruzz & Jakob]
Niggas gon talk on my name
Like I ain't been the same
Damn you right I put ice on my wrist
Pussies don't know how to bang
But I come with the gang
And this pistol might Tyson a bitch
How could I lack, how could I trip
I call up L and he air out yo crib
I keep a gat, how could I miss
Fuck with the bag getchu hit in the ribs
Haters gon talk on my name
Like I ain't been the same
Damn you right I put ice on my wrist
Pussies don't know how to bang
But I come with the gang
And this pistol might Tyson a bitch
How could I lack, how could I trip
I call up Cruzz and he air out yo crib
I keep a gat, how could I miss
Fuck with the bag getchu hit in the ribs

[Outro: Cruzz]
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Baow Baow Baow
Cruzz