Jax Teller

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rack, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
When the highs just don't feel the same no more
You figure out life's a game and you can't change your score
But I'm not in it for the high scores, dawg, I'm high, score in the class, sick
Was classic, now my mind's storming
Homie, that's a brainstorm for like five mornings
Y'all still in a drought, some shit you need to figure out
Yeah, I could've dumbed it down and went the iller route
Dawg, that weak shit is gone with the rout
It's only a matter of time with every ladder I climb
I'm only getting higher, fire with every flower that I digest, yes
From the city, they smoke sess
Old heads in the hood still chillin' and smoke wet
Or looking for dope and no, not the west coast movie
They trap up in the subway, got the metro booming
You tryna rep your movement, I don't believe it, dawg
They the first to leap on you, man, I seen a frog
I mean I seen a fraud, certain shit you just gotta peep and keep in your mind
That's why I stay out of reach
I don't believe what they gotta preach, they need more practice
I don't even stop no more, I just soar past 'em
Fuck money, fame and drugs, man, it's just for a passion
It's just for a black end before I blacked out
R.I.P. to Yams, I can see the plan
I just need the fam, I ain't ever need a friend
I can do it off the top, I ain't need a pen
R.I.P. to [?], homie, till we meet again
I'ma keep killing shit till I peak and then
I'ma kill shit more till I peak again
They tryna act like they don't see 'em but they peeking in
Already peeped it, it's our secret, I'ma keep it, man
I'm from Paradise Island, they be tweaking, man
Fuck the herb, crush the Percs for no reason, man
Every block, getting stopped by police again
Hope that he don't smell the reefer 'cause we be reeking, damn
We stay ducking them, running with some knuckleheads
Middle fingers up, screaming "We don't give a fuck" again
90s babies moving like hustlers from the 80s
We wasn't supposed to make it so fuck 'em if they don't pay me, yeah
I mean what can they really say to me
When everything up in they songs straight make believe
We all got dreams, dawg, mines are different
I'm tryna give 'em facts, you tryna blur the lines of fiction
Bitch, mind your buisness
Shit, I'm all about [?] with interest
Busy schedule, no time for gimmicks
I mean no time for pigeons
From the city they just grind, they don't find permission
And if they don't catch you slipping, bet they'll find you miss
It's no mistake, your miss got taken
When the pigs left the block, that's when the shit got baking
Had to stop fucking with lames when the shit got fake and
Go and get it on my own, that's the Westside way, man
S.I. everyday man, New York City
Bitch, I'm on that Lucy like I got them Newports with me
I just spit that moving shit, I got them U-Hauls with me
And you know we hit deep, I got the crew all with me
I mean I'm too gone, strictly put on for my whole city
West Brighton, Shaolin Paradise, they painkilling
Careful what you say, police are the main villains
Always hard to tell the good guys apart if there are any
I don't got bars friendly, I'm more deadly
[?], if y'all are sharp, I'm more a machete
Cooking up in the kitchen, got the formula ready
Fuck good, I'm breaking bad, tell them boys to come get me
I'm just son of anarchy like I'm Jax Teller
In an all-white whip with a black [?]
From where they scammers, gun-blammers and they pack [?]
Like your sons, they my sons, bitch, I'm Jax Teller
In my hood shit is spooky, man, it's past thriller
From where they go O.D. like they Mac Miller
But fuck all that, I'm just tryna get these racks bigger
Like your sons, they my sons, bitch, I'm Jax Teller

[Interlude]
Yeah, look

[Verse 2]
Young, young, high-strung, who could handle us?
Who could manage us? Too grown, who could land with us?
Working on my stamina, been stand up, no comedian
I got this shit on lock, they don't really wanna see the pen
Fuck 'em, I could go war but I choose peaceful
The more that I find myself, the more that I lose people
Or more than a few people pushed apart too much
I guess my downfall is I give my heart too much
I seen some of my closest homies lose themselves to little bags
Find themselves after in some deep shit
Push us right around, new whips every week, shit
And I'm here wondering when the fuck I'm gon' get me shit
Nowadays when they talking, I don't believe shit
'Cause people lying, tell the truth with the same face
Help you out and stab your back in the same day
So I stay away most the time, man, I been grinding
Yeah, you was my friends, I was finance
Been years, still wondering where the time went
Been years, still wondering where my mind went
Probably the same place other people my kind went
I'm not human, that's over, a dumb phase
I been putting on for the city since young age
Fuck a penny for your thoughts, homie, that's chump change
And I ain't holding cups so I roll one up and (Just Blaze)