My Jacket - Dj Dow Jones, DJ EF Cuttin, Soulja Slim

You know how I’m coming

You know exactly how I’m coming

(I'm telling you) It don’t stop

Shit don’t stop

My jacket consist of

Batteries on robberies, pistol charges, and murder

I know I’m the realest nigga you heard of besides 'Pac

Got niggas screaming Soulja from the street to the cell block

You bitch, you

Soulja Slim and his committee is coming to get you

My mag 90 bullets’ll hit’chu and split’chu in half

That lil bitch boy staff won’t last

Up against these motherfuckers that used to taking blood baths

I been smoking blunts with the devil, that’s why my eyes red as the fuck

Now tell me, do I look like the type that’ll be scared to bust?

Well, guess what?

I’m screaming out murder me and I’m vest up

Chest up, test nuts, watch how I bless ya

You bitch made and I’m self-made, Magnolia, Calliope, Melph-made

I get through like a scalp blade and Kunta Kinte your left leg

I play surgeon and I’ll be splurging in Denalis, Navis, and big bourbons

Don’t stunt, dog, whatever I said, I’ll come wit’cha, I’ll come, dog

I’mma get mine for the two Gs and I’mma take it 'for I say please

I fuck with twirkers not the twirkees, put it on will give a nigga herpes

So I stay back, I mean way back, y’all didn’t notice how I say that?

Well, then motherfuck y’all hated waving on three Gs laid back

As one time we was click tight, what the fuck’s going on?

I just come home, my shit ain’t going right

Everybody branching off doing they thing

Some of 'em in the studio and some of 'em they slang

That’s how it go, I know this rap shit ain’t gone last forever

So I stash cheddar for hard times, flipping to make it better

I can take ten Gs and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I’m from the six 'co circle where all the hustlers at

You busters stacking from 'round me with all that junk claiming

In ninety-five I ran on Tara Lane and bust a brain and

Smoking blunts and snorting 'caine with my girl Big Ree

'Til I started spooking out, thought a nigga was trying to kill me

Nigga feel me

Picture lil daddy think he raw, must’ve forgot I’mma vet

Freshen up his memory, then get him set for the flow of death

I got a way to make all real niggas feel my pain

Any more player-hating ass fake niggas look at me strange

Reverse the game, fuck his head up, leave him in the middle of the street

Nigga shit ain’t tight enough to G-for-G with me

Actually, you don’t even supposed to be in my presence

So I’mma ask you like a man, shit, playboy, get to stepping

Now if you walk off with that look like you gon' get your weapon

And I’mma do you something dirty for all that stunting and repping

Now as the beat goes on, my flow don’t stop

'Til I make your girl drop it like it’s hot

I can run some shit that make you pussy pop, it don’t matter if you real or not

Play my game and I’ll cheat on ya, pull the rubber off and skeet on ya

Haters slanging that shit pussy for me on the Magnolia street corner

You’s a ho nigga, you know I know nigga

And I put that on all my six 'co fa sho niggas

I’m X4L chief of the mag booyay

Fuck what them niggas doing tomorrow cause I’m doing my thing today

That’s how I’m living, just game giving to make y’all recognize

I been doing this and I ain’t never took off my camouflage