[Verse 1: The Jacka]
You know these whodies be askin'
Uni MAC 10
Can I be your bitch [Can I be your bitch?]
Nah, you can be my ho
I put you on the track
And bring me back all my cheese
Get on your knees
So I can smoke green leaves (Paper chase for me)
They found dope at my show (Catch a case for me)
Act faithful to your pimp (Like a P-I-T)
Wool out
Don't let go to what you got
And don't come back short
'Cause you might get mopped
I'm a pimp
And hoes ain't shit without 'em
I used to fuck 'em
And forget about 'em
Now they bring me back major skrilla
So I can stack 'til I feel
I could change for the good
As for now I never would
She's mine
Plus she's blind to the fact that I'm The Jacka
Mister Kaliko packer
I had to
Floss to be the boss
You just a black girl lost
But she ain't in my game plan
In some chalk

[Chorus: The Jacka]
It's The Jacka
Mister Kaliko packer
I got the
The major slice in a Acura
Imagine being broke
No clothes, no show
Gonna get high
But can't fade on the road
Fuck that
I'd rather be the young sav on the track
Sellin' dope and pimpin' hoes
'Cause I'm the mack (I'm the mack)

[Verse 2: The Jacka]
My momma raised me like a mack
So I stuck with it
Tight you wanna remain with yo' Mrs
Then keep them bitches out my sight
I was never no joke on these hoes
Nigga from the start
I learned to break a ho pockets
To break that young girl's heart
Evil whispers in my head
Tellin' me don't stop 'til I'm ballin'
She come back short with no cash
I'll beat that ass 'til she crawlin'
Pimp on
But don't limit
Yourself to pimpin'
Scandalous women
Youngsta there's other ways
In this game that'll get you paid
So I let the whispers guide me
Put the past behind me
'Cause the cash is blindin' me
Fuck being broke
I got my town by the throat
Coughing up major dough
But it wasn't enough
Beacuse the bomb I smoke
And the fluff I snort
Turned me into a killer
For the skrilla
Won't stop even if I got ten million
Dollars, Nine million acres
Plus a casino in Vegas
I'm 'bout the faces on the table
That's keeping me in this shit
And it's real
Maybe if they kill another president
They'll make a three dollar bill
Must be the skrill

[Chorus: The Jacka]
It's The Jacka
Mister Kaliko packer
I got the
The major slice in a Acura
Imagine being broke
No clothes, no show
Gonna get high
But can't fade on the road
Fuck that
I'd rather be the young sav on the track
Sellin' dope and pimpin' hoes
'Cause I'm the mack (I'm the mack)

[Verse 3: The Jacka]
I had a problem with meeting hoes
Who try to get over on me
Thinkin' just because I [?]
Then we finna kick 'em down
Oh not me, not one-O
I break a bitch down
With a blow to the nose
'Cause I'm a savage on hoes
One night we was at Jeffrey's
Parking lot pimping
And a fine ho was yelling like a wino
Was coming at me like I'm a sucka'
She must of thought that I was a busta
Coming out the club
So I slugged her in her mug
"What's up blood"
A nigga yelled hella loud
From out the crowd (West up)
Like he was finna put in work for the skirt
I'm raisin' up my shirt
He told me hollow tips hurt
So back up jerk
Cuz you don't want me
Uni M-A-C
Man you don't want me

[Chorus: The Jacka]
It's The Jacka
Mister Kaliko packer
I got the
The major slice in a Acura
Imagine being broke
No clothes, no show
Gonna get high
But can't fade on the road
Fuck that
I'd rather be the young sav on the track
Sellin' dope and pimpin' hoes
'Cause I'm the mack (I'm the mack)

[Outro: The Jacka]
'Cause I'm the mack
You know
I'm the motherfucking mack
How many real macks you know, nigga
Ask yourself that question
And I bet you only know one
Check it out
My nigga Rob Low on this tight ass beat
I don't give a fuck what nobody say
Can't nobody fuck with it
I only know one real mack
I gotta say wussup to my nigga O Federali
My nigga S.L.O
My nigga Young Uz
My niggas from the L.O.B
My nigga Bishop
What's goin' down