Skank on Me - Jammer

Bank on me

Man didn’t wanna bank on me

I remember back in the day

Dem man were rich, now they turned tramp on me

If I die, man better pour champs on my grave

Bun zoots and skank on me

Can’t ever say man’s not G

Tryna spread love like man’s on E

I was in the fast lane, man gon' pree

Man can’t ever say that I ain’t been through fuckery

Trust me, it can get ugly

My own best friend pulled a shank on me

Own family put their hands on me

I told A that the plan’s gone B

I was at rock bottom when I met Aston

That’s when he put the bags on me

I was broke, wearing the rags on me

Fast-forward, I’ve got the tags on me

Leaving the rave, bare bags on me

Cross the road, see couple fans that couldn’t get home

Told dem man «the cab’s on me»

Back to the studio cuh the lab’s not free

(Trust me)

Boy Better Know my Gs clocked the game

Feds tried put my face in the frame

Tried lock man but man’s not detained

I told them that it’s not the same

Chopping up clothes, nah, it’s not the 'caine

I told them that it’s not the way

Like AJ Tracey, I come from the lane

Come from the struggle, come from the pain

Come from the thunder, come from the rain

I had links and I broke the chain

I told them that it’s not the same

Man wanna look in the mirror

And still wanna die because they ain’t changed

I’m in the studio with Daniel

Smoking, tryna get vibes in my brain

Same vibe that I felt when I met Kane

Before the girls dem, before the fame

Before the Rolex, before the chain

Before the managers, before the labels

Before the agents, before the game

Lionel told me

«These pussyholes can’t look in your face»

I was in the basement building a foundation

I was out here building a base

Way before them man had big face

Way before Ryder said «slu waste»

My teacher could never teach me

My teacher told me that I’ll be a waste

This year, I went so many countries with a backpack

Didn’t roll with a suitcase