What Are We? - The Jacka, A-ONE

Can you remember bull must be war if you got your cannon on

9−4 face on the floor soon as the cannon drawn

Niggas straight thuggin' don’t give a fuck when the game come on

Thumbin' through this chicken nothin' but killers in my livin' room

I need 30 bands a month till my children grown

I know the feeling’s gone so i’m here to live it for 'em

I don’t like rap unless you live your songs

But if you don’t like Jack you haven’t lived at all

Before you just hate why don’t you give your all

Seems like you got all the answers but won’t shock the world

36 dancin, we vampin, we on top of the world

30 in my cannon laughing with a drug dealers girl

Something in the way of me

Sometimes i wonder what what are we

Seems like there’s something in my reach

But then it’s not there when I find my way