On & On

You ready
Huh
Jak

It's hard to trust these niggas
I don't sleep with my eyes closed
Watch out for these bitches (woo)
They only want what you got then they gone
Money money money money
Like a roadrunner highs running through my mind
That's my last time fucking off
Cancer baby back on the grind
Huh huh
Cancer baby back on the grind
Woo woo
Cancer baby back on the grind (check your boy)
Huh huh
Cancer baby back on the grind

I ain't wasting no time (yep)
I got to stay on my grind
I got to keep me that iron (huh-uh)
I blow her mind
I put this dick in her life
And shorty wasn't use to that pipe
I'm living life
No I can't make you my wife
I just want to fuck for the night (try to fuck)
I'm going in
I bought a Glock with a twin
I'm begging a nigga to spin
Fuck having friends
I got the fam with me
I promise they blam bout me
Remember them days a nigga didn't have it
I use to walk around streets (damn) all mad
And heart turn cold turned me to a savage
Blow good cheese while I count this cabbage
Like my money blue like I play for the Mavericks
I done fucked the hoe homeboy you can have her
After I'm done little nigga I done passed her (I don't need her)
Baptize the hoe I'm the pastor (come her bitch)
Don't take no order no master (yeah)
No daddy in my life I'm a baster (fuck him)
In this life ain't no happy ever after (huh-uh)
I'm just trying to make it to the next chapter
These niggas going to hate it when I blow (Jak whoa)
Young nigga all I know is sell dope

Nigga shop with us and get the wrong thing
Get a quarter half or the whole thing
Nigga cocaine at the intersection
No ego flexing should've second guessed them (why)
Got some fentanyl that'll leave you breathless (damn)
But the pints mine you know Jak selfish
Fire flow got the dope melting (huh)
Green team like I'm a Boston Celtic (huh)
Don't call me cracker cause I am a stacker (a who)
Fuck with my family and I'm gonna clap you
I've been on my job never been a slacker
Bitch I am the shit Huggies Luvs and Pampers
Switch your little hoe and it's all on camera
Pop out the roof aim and then I blast you
Say you want fire I blow out your candle
Check out the swag when I jump out the coop
Bitches on me because they know I got juice
Investigators trying to gather the truth
No snitching around here so they don't have a clue
(Ooh oh oh)
Ay, don't talk to me bitch I ain't talking to you
Fire flow hoe got him boiling the soup
They caught my partner had him jammed in the loop,
He didn't snitch so I had to come through
Donnie boy got them passed through the roof (got'em)
Shot up to Scotty got locked in Kentucky
I remember I was riding a bucket
Ran my check up and cashed out and said fuck it
Bought me an Audi and went back to hustling (skrt)
(Mmh mmh mmh)
Yeah the rumors of snitching ain't up for discussion
Run up on me you gonna get a concussion
Remember when mama was poor
Fiends was itching and running the floor
Cell phone jumping and swing the door
Shooting at ops and dodging them folks (yeah)
We was them niggas that scared the people (fuck man)
We went the hardest and didn't see no equal
Selling that dope boy that is illegal (you know that's bad right)
Only sixteen I was drinking on Seagram
Emotionally torn my mama wouldn't listen (damn)
No one was giving Jak proper attention (fuck'em)
Just so young nigga a old soul
A couple bitches hurt me turning my heart cold
Still wanted love but should I said no
Like what the fuck I'm do that shit for
You hurt me you hurt me you said that you love me
But now I'm like bitch I done heard that before
See Cookie said go hit the back streets (what)
And she ain't heard from me in about a week
She probably be worried about where I sleep
I'm counting blue benjis in front of me
I got some bad bitches right up under me (what)
I'm strapped up so don't try no fuckery (bitch)
My grandma said get it and I'm go get it
And niggas ain't about to take nothing from me (nuh-huh)
See I did it all on my own (my own)
I ran that check up on the road (the road)
I package and traffic the snow (that who)
I traffic and packing the snow (that whoa)
I get caught I do time on my own
Co-defendants don't need them oh no (huh-uh)
See I'm from the land of the brave and the bold
Blue light soon as you pay the toll bitch

Cancer baby back on the grind
Woo woo
Cancer baby back on the grind (don't have a clue)
Huh huh
Cancer baby back on the grind (talk to you)
Huh huh
Cancer baby (boiling the soup) back on the grind (had him jammed in a loop)
Woo woo
Cancer baby (know I had to come through)
Back on the grind (got them packed in the roof)
Huh huh
Cancer baby (locked in Kentucky) back on the grind (I was riding a bucket)
Cashed out and said fuck it
Baptize the hoe I'm the pastor
Mmh mmh yeah
Mmh mmh yeah



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Writer(s): Xavier Smith
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