Yeah, I left for a minute, but I told you I'd be back again
They said I couldn't do it, so I slaughtered the whole track again
Yeah, they put me through it, but I rose up through the cracks within
They tried to shut me out, but Jupe done put me on the track again
Just like that, I'm back again, oh my god, it's Jak again
On this petty, petty shit, steady talking trash again
Look, I want all the smoke, hold up, let me roll some hash again
Straight blow it in your face, bro don't make me beat that ass again
You could have a pad and pen, your whole group could be savages
It wouldn't matter, y'all could get battered, cause y'all inadequate
I'm climbing up the ladder to battle all of this faggot shit
That's happening in hip-hop, ain't stopping until the bag is zipped
They say I'm totally insane and I'm wacker than Marshall Mathers, shit
If that's true, then I can expect me a couple platinum hits
And that's legit, cause now that I'm back, I'm back to smashing shit
Hit after hit like Jaki Urlacher, the way I tackle this
Yeah I'm the Yami Yugi, I got the cards and I mastered it
Your blue eyes, it ain't shit to Exodius' forbidden blaster, bitch
And now it's sat in plaster, immaculate's how I rap and shit
Ayy, Merc come kill this beat, for I take it over and trash this shit
When I see you then it's on , boy
You know what's gon' happen, they gon' put it in a song, boy
Higher than a 747 on the convoy
Hella snakes in the grass, gotta keep an eye on boy
F*ck em' all, I'll Milwaukee, buck em' all
Put that power forward and get to shooting like a basketball
Aim it at your head and leave it polished like some armorall
Armor what you need to keep you living when them shells fall
And they say I'm a motherf*cking threat
As long as I be killing, I can murder with the best
And nah this ain't no chess, but I'm the king for the check
Niggas sleeping, they don't give it, so I'm taking my respect
I'm the reason half these niggas even got a name
All the oop'n let you catch it just to get off in the game
You can call me, bet you homies still ain't finna be the same
Let me catch you bitches on sight, nothing else to say
Coldest white boy in the nap and it happened, it ain't no accident
It happens when what actually happens is in your rappin shit
No capping, spitting actual facts of all the past and shit
That you done had to go through, mix talent and go at max with it
Product of environment, yeah, I had to grow out of it
You see where I come from, I know where I'm at, I'm proud of it
I'm proving people wrong cause they always wanting to doubt this shit
Now I'm getting paper while haters running they mouth with it
Freezy on the track, got Merc in here to produce the hits
We steady on the grind and you ain't even known for doing shit
Bitch, get out the way, yeah, I'm telling you that it's scary shit
So greedy with the paper, you think I had an inheritance
Fresh up off the block, gotta wake up, roll up smoke an O
I'm not f*cking with no ignorance, can't tell me something I don't know
That's why they f*cking with me, I'm a young dude with an older soul
I go by Young OG or Jak Freezy, but OG call me Coak
Jak Frozt - On sight (feat Merc) Lyrics
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English
Yeah, I left for a minute, but I told you I'd be back again
They said I couldn't do it, so I slaughtered the whole track again
Yeah, they put me through it, but I rose up through the cracks within
They tried to shut me out, but Jupe done put me on the track again
Just like that, I'm back again, oh my god, it's Jak again
On this petty, petty shit, steady talking trash again
Look, I want all the smoke, hold up, let me roll some hash again
Straight blow it in your face, bro don't make me beat that ass again
You could have a pad and pen, your whole group could be savages
It wouldn't matter, y'all could get battered, cause y'all inadequate
I'm climbing up the ladder to battle all of this faggot shit
That's happening in hip-hop, ain't stopping until the bag is zipped
They say I'm totally insane and I'm wacker than Marshall Mathers, shit
If that's true, then I can expect me a couple platinum hits
And that's legit, cause now that I'm back, I'm back to smashing shit
Hit after hit like Jaki Urlacher, the way I tackle this
Yeah I'm the Yami Yugi, I got the cards and I mastered it
Your blue eyes, it ain't shit to Exodius' forbidden blaster, bitch
And now it's sat in plaster, immaculate's how I rap and shit
Ayy, Merc come kill this beat, for I take it over and trash this shit
When I see you then it's on , boy
You know what's gon' happen, they gon' put it in a song, boy
Higher than a 747 on the convoy
Hella snakes in the grass, gotta keep an eye on boy
F*ck em' all, I'll Milwaukee, buck em' all
Put that power forward and get to shooting like a basketball
Aim it at your head and leave it polished like some armorall
Armor what you need to keep you living when them shells fall
And they say I'm a motherf*cking threat
As long as I be killing, I can murder with the best
And nah this ain't no chess, but I'm the king for the check
Niggas sleeping, they don't give it, so I'm taking my respect
I'm the reason half these niggas even got a name
All the oop'n let you catch it just to get off in the game
You can call me, bet you homies still ain't finna be the same
Let me catch you bitches on sight, nothing else to say
Coldest white boy in the nap and it happened, it ain't no accident
It happens when what actually happens is in your rappin shit
No capping, spitting actual facts of all the past and shit
That you done had to go through, mix talent and go at max with it
Product of environment, yeah, I had to grow out of it
You see where I come from, I know where I'm at, I'm proud of it
I'm proving people wrong cause they always wanting to doubt this shit
Now I'm getting paper while haters running they mouth with it
Freezy on the track, got Merc in here to produce the hits
We steady on the grind and you ain't even known for doing shit
Bitch, get out the way, yeah, I'm telling you that it's scary shit
So greedy with the paper, you think I had an inheritance
Fresh up off the block, gotta wake up, roll up smoke an O
I'm not f*cking with no ignorance, can't tell me something I don't know
That's why they f*cking with me, I'm a young dude with an older soul
I go by Young OG or Jak Freezy, but OG call me Coak
They said I couldn't do it, so I slaughtered the whole track again
Yeah, they put me through it, but I rose up through the cracks within
They tried to shut me out, but Jupe done put me on the track again
Just like that, I'm back again, oh my god, it's Jak again
On this petty, petty shit, steady talking trash again
Look, I want all the smoke, hold up, let me roll some hash again
Straight blow it in your face, bro don't make me beat that ass again
You could have a pad and pen, your whole group could be savages
It wouldn't matter, y'all could get battered, cause y'all inadequate
I'm climbing up the ladder to battle all of this faggot shit
That's happening in hip-hop, ain't stopping until the bag is zipped
They say I'm totally insane and I'm wacker than Marshall Mathers, shit
If that's true, then I can expect me a couple platinum hits
And that's legit, cause now that I'm back, I'm back to smashing shit
Hit after hit like Jaki Urlacher, the way I tackle this
Yeah I'm the Yami Yugi, I got the cards and I mastered it
Your blue eyes, it ain't shit to Exodius' forbidden blaster, bitch
And now it's sat in plaster, immaculate's how I rap and shit
Ayy, Merc come kill this beat, for I take it over and trash this shit
When I see you then it's on , boy
You know what's gon' happen, they gon' put it in a song, boy
Higher than a 747 on the convoy
Hella snakes in the grass, gotta keep an eye on boy
F*ck em' all, I'll Milwaukee, buck em' all
Put that power forward and get to shooting like a basketball
Aim it at your head and leave it polished like some armorall
Armor what you need to keep you living when them shells fall
And they say I'm a motherf*cking threat
As long as I be killing, I can murder with the best
And nah this ain't no chess, but I'm the king for the check
Niggas sleeping, they don't give it, so I'm taking my respect
I'm the reason half these niggas even got a name
All the oop'n let you catch it just to get off in the game
You can call me, bet you homies still ain't finna be the same
Let me catch you bitches on sight, nothing else to say
Coldest white boy in the nap and it happened, it ain't no accident
It happens when what actually happens is in your rappin shit
No capping, spitting actual facts of all the past and shit
That you done had to go through, mix talent and go at max with it
Product of environment, yeah, I had to grow out of it
You see where I come from, I know where I'm at, I'm proud of it
I'm proving people wrong cause they always wanting to doubt this shit
Now I'm getting paper while haters running they mouth with it
Freezy on the track, got Merc in here to produce the hits
We steady on the grind and you ain't even known for doing shit
Bitch, get out the way, yeah, I'm telling you that it's scary shit
So greedy with the paper, you think I had an inheritance
Fresh up off the block, gotta wake up, roll up smoke an O
I'm not f*cking with no ignorance, can't tell me something I don't know
That's why they f*cking with me, I'm a young dude with an older soul
I go by Young OG or Jak Freezy, but OG call me Coak
Writer: Donald Coakley Jr, Kenneth Luke
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid