Jersey (feat. Alex Mack) Video (MV)

Fly to yo city
Just gimmie a week
And they'll call it my home
We doing whatever we like
And we doing whatever we want
The going got tough
And I had to get down
And do shit on my own

Had to do shit on my own
Had to do shit on my own
Yea yea

Fly to yo city
Just gimmie a week
And they'll call it my home
We doing whatever we like
And we doing whatever we want
The going got tough
And I had to get down
And do shit on my own

Had to do shit on my own
Had to do shit on my own
Yea yea

Spending this money on liquor
Got problems you drowning
In all of ya pills
While I'm sitting here
Putting food on the table
And drowning in all of these bills
Tryna help you from the grave
That you digging
But you feel in love with the thrill
Tryna get up off my back
Gotta vision to turn all this pain into mills

We party from night till the morn
She ask why I'm living this way
When you came from nothing
And ran outta options
You live like you dying today
From days back in jersey
They did me too dirty
A youngin just looking for play
But now that I'm buzzing
I'm building discussion
And silence with moves that I make
Like zero dark thirty
Put that on my jersey
I'm locked and I'm ready to spray
Yea
Over looked me
Now I'm back on the scene
And now all they can do is just pray yea
Stepping to me
Then you better have fight
Lost everything
But it's fueling the light
Thinking it's worth it
Not wasting my time
From jersey to world wide
It's gunna be mine

Fly to yo city
Just gimmie a week
And they'll call it my home
We doing whatever we like
And we doing whatever we want
The going got tough
And I had to get down
And do shit on my own

Had to do shit on my own
Had to do shit on my own
Yea yea

Fly to yo city
Just gimmie a week
And they'll call it my home
We doing whatever we like
And we doing whatever we want
The going got tough
And I had to get down
And do shit on my own

Had to do shit on my own
Had to do shit on my own
Yea yea

Moved to the Atlanta
I'm doing alright
Securing the bag
Like I got off a flight
Some niggas got left
Cause they couldn't get right
Ain't putting in work
They in love with the hype

I love the game
Like money Mitch
Life ain't fair
But it's a funny bitch
You don't get the joke
So we don't get along
I've been smoking heavy
So my lungs are strong

I'm Tommy Chong
With this marathon
Called the rap game
If I had to bet
I'd bet on me
In this craps game

If you shoot for me
What you wanna be
You got bad aim

I'm a moving target
Moving state to state
In the fast lane

Coming from the side
Where the babies die from drive by
Even if you innocent
You gonna need an alibis
Losing faith in Jesus
You might switch up to Malachi
Living by the beach
Smoking seaweed just the past the time

Had to leave the garden
Oklahoma to James Harden
It was time to be the leader
You settle for dick eater
I settle for nothing lesser
Than Russell
I'm best dresser
These snakes all starting to slither
So Rari called up a hitter
Mackeezus

Fly to yo city
Just gimmie a week
And they'll call it my home
We doing whatever we like
And we doing whatever we want
The going got tough
And I had to get down
And do shit on my own

Had to do shit on my own
Had to do shit on my own
Yea yea

Fly to yo city
Just gimmie a week
And they'll call it my home
We doing whatever we like
And we doing whatever we want
The going got tough
And I had to get down
And do shit on my own

Had to do shit on my own
Had to do shit on my own
Yea yea