[Intro: Nasty Jack]

Yeah, you know who it is

AKA Cousin Jack'Um from the west side

AKA Jack Nasty

AKA BBK for a day cause I'm that crew

You know how I do

I roll with two iPhone

Two motherfucking BlackBerrys at all times

Two white bitches, two black bitches

And a couple of mixed-race ones (Spacey)

[Verse 1: Nasty Jack]

Cousin Jack from the west side

My ends wilder than Bed-Stuy

No TLC, no Left Eye

Got bushmaster with the TEC-9

No, we don't tek, we protect life

I could die today, so I get high

Got the pearly white, I've got the best shine

Cartiers, you could get time

By any means, I get mine

And I don't want enough just to get by

Meet your workers' deadlines

Can't live forever, dead line

No, I don't think about getting signed

I'm as grimy as Big Mike

I'm as grimy as MIK

I'm Tempa T, I'm on a next hype (Spacey)

24/7 I get paid

Everyday like J Spades

In the alley till the next day

Work the work, that's to connect bray

Indian state, inner-state

We don't play with no JSA

But if we do, we buy an ounce of blay

Boris Johnson bought my nigga's chain

In the ghetto, I know 'caine

Know the struggle, know the pain

In the ends, yeah, I'm hot like propane

At the stove, keep the flame

Keep it moving like Usain

My boys are darker than Bruce Wayne

Call it Jack, it ain't crew chain

Find the trap and then I move in

[Chorus: MIK]

I be in the studio

24/7 making those hits, yeah

People looking at me

Like say I'm motherfucking crazy

I ain't got no time, I'm just getting mine

I'm just feeling fine

Why you hating? Why you hating?

Why you hate?

[Verse 2: Ego]

Pink notes

Trust me, that's what I think loads

Double JD, I don't drink Coke

In your girl's front room getting sick blows

Got a bad bitch, tongue pierced

Nose ring with a sick throat

I'm at West, black taxi

Brownskin ting, no Maxi

Hit, then bounce, they can't trap me

Got old friends that wanna clap me

Cutting through nice with B in the backseat chilling

Back of the rave, 'gnac, sipping

Shut down throne, back ripping

Got a lighty that's matte black whipping

Bare backroads, can't catch man slipping

On the M1, zipping

My steeze, that's different

I just say things that rhyme and win them

Still got a link for the mandem whipping

Bare food in kitchen

They be OT when them packs flipping

Couple young Gs round them, they're pitching

Nothing about them, fam

It's bloody different

Let me get back to the music ting, then

My team, we're winning

I don't know about these other likkle man in the game

Roulette spin them

You give the gyal dem WhatsApp smiles

I bloody ring them

Afterwards getting waved up with a bad bitch

I trash and bin them

[Chorus: MIK]

I be in the studio

24/7 making those hits, yeah

People looking at me

Like say I'm motherfucking crazy

I ain't got no time, I'm just getting mine

I'm just feeling fine

Why you hating? Why you hating?

Why you hate?