Jersey King

Who's this? It's Kosfinger baby Bap, bap, uhh I make racks, no I won't look back And I call shots just like Montana We pull stunts like Evel Kenevil You can't touch this like McHammer Bro's on tag, still roll with the blammers I flag where I'm from like football banners Five foot five, beg you lock this scrammees Sweet one, but she ain't got no hammers Forget, but I will not forgive If I sight one of them, I'ma tape this strip I rap, but no it don't mean I slip I bop with a limp like a old school pimp My marj told me I could be anything that I want in life, but don't be a wimp Two cramped in a snubbed nose like twins South side of the waters where it begins Pray to Allah and repent my sins In twenty two years I've done some things If I said it, I did it, I mean it or if not seen it Why would I get up and fib? Rap trap gettin' it how I live For the love of the bag I'll take those risks Before rap I was taking trips Free my walalos out of the bin I make racks, no I won't look back And I call shots just like Montana We pull stunts like Evel Kenevil You can't touch this like McHammer Bro's on tag, still roll with the blammers I flag where I'm from like football banners Five foot five, beg you lock this scrammers Sweet one, but she ain't got no hammers You're high as kite if you think I'ma leave my house for ape and a ten pound drink Your bruck back kicks like Rob Van Damme The hair back trigger made shoulders fling Feds stopped man on my way to shoot God knows how they ain't find anything I used to hit shots from Wally' to Croy' See a smile on my face when my Nokia rings If they kick this door, I'll hide everything If my pride gets dent, I'll bine everything I used to stand in the rain on my own I'm tryna' get used to the bine and things Cuban links and diamond rings Uptown for a fling so I brought my thing I rap now, pull strings, violin All I need is bag and this life of sin I make racks, no I won't look back And I call shots just like Montana We pull stunts like Evel Kenevil You can't touch this like McHammer Bro's on tag, still roll with the blammers I flag where I'm from like football banners Five foot five, beg you lock this scrammers Sweet one, but she ain't got no hammers I make racks, no I won't look back And I call shots just like Montana We pull stunts like Evel Kenevil You can't touch this like McHammer Bro's on tag, still roll with the blammers I flag where I'm from like football banners Five foot five, beg you lock this scrammers Sweet one, but she ain't got no hammers