AG Club — JABBAR’S HOUSE
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[Chorus: Sam Truth]
Don’t you come out in the dark
Don’t you come out in the dark
We might tear your ass apart
Don’t you come out in the dark
Don’t you come out in the dark
Thanks for givin’ me my start
Don’t you come out in the dark
Don’t you come out in the dark
We might tear your ass apart
Don’t you come out in the dark
Don’t you come out in the dark
Don’t you come out in the- (yeah)
[Verse 1: Jody Fontaine]
All your conversations don’t move me
I’ma show these niggas how they do it in the movies
Bet you know the name, you don’t gotta introduce me
Lately all my friends say I’m actin’ too moody
I’m tuggin’ on the spliff, fuckin’ pain don’t last too long
Feel insane ’cause I can’t escape my past, move on
When I’m facin’ all these people, gotta keep my cool on
I say it’s all good even when I’m too gone
And I might be a lil’ too in over my head
And I’m a couple hunnid miles from spitballin’ in bed
And I’m kickballin’, I mess with my kick start
Was playin’ with PicsArt, not watchin the hip charts
I miss when my wrist hurt from makin the rigs work
When I had to ditch work to try make hits work
Now brodie quit his work, we got ’em in golf shirts
We deep like the mobsters, I feel like a monster
I can’t even crowdsurf, but still the records touchin’ the masses
Them niggas mad they fate was told, the records move like molasses
I mean for real to each his own, I hope you could pull the passes
As they continue to guess, you lookin up like, «What happened?»
[Chorus: Sam Truth]
Don’t you come out in the dark
Don’t you come out in the dark
We might tear your ass apart
Don’t you come out in the dark
Don’t you come out in the dark
Thanks for givin’ me my start
Don’t you come out in the dark
Don’t you come out in the dark
We might tear your ass apart
Don’t you come out in the dark
Don’t you come out in the dark
Thanks for giving me my start
Thanks for giving me my start
Don’t you come out in the-
[Interlude: Sam Truth]
Lookin’ my way
Lookin’, lookin’, lookin’ my way
Lookin’ my way
Lookin’, lookin’, lookin’ my way
Run it, run it, run it
Run it, run it, run it
Run it, run it, run it
Run it, run it, run it
[Part II: REALTANK]
[Intro]
Attention! Hut!
[Chorus: Sam Truth]
Real cash, nigga, we don’t rumble in this ho
I’m a real cash nigga, we don’t rumble in this ho
Yeah, I give a real tank
That’ll make ’em legs shake
Yeah, I give a real tank
That’ll make ’em legs shake
Yeah, give a real tank
That’ll make ’em legs shake
Let’s go!
[Verse 2: Jody Fontaine]
Run me a weapon, I’m finna trip
I’m from the West, lil’ boy, you don’t wanna test
Hop off the porch, I finesse
Bitch, I’m the best, [?] is normal
Can’t give a tip what I’m gon’ do
I end up creepin’ up on you, I’m finna haunt you
What can you say?
Cuffin’ my pants like back in the day
Fuck up the events, recoup in a day
Fall out on my mans? Nah, nigga don’t play
I ride for my brother, I’m keepin’ him safe
Just bought a safe, he whippin’ the truck
I’m breakin’ the bank, not givin’ a fuck
Not runnin’ no fades, not winnin’ no luck
My limit is up, my limit is up
[Verse 3: Sam Truth]
Oh my gosh, feeling awesome
Niggas finna cut to ops, boy, I’m finna pop ’em
VA to the bay to the LA streets, recognize ’em
757, ride for my city like it’s Gotham
Black power fist stand out in the moonlight like it’s diamonds troof
[Chorus: Sam Truth]
Real cash nigga, we don’t rumble in this ho
Real cash nigga…rumble in this ho
Yeah, give a real tank
That’ll make ’em legs shake
Yeah, give a real tank
That’ll make ’em legs shake
[Verse 4: Baby Boy]
Through highest highs and lowest lows
I remember [?]
Now I walk ’em, overflows
[?]
[?] niggas, I suppose
12 deep on the road
Power, I rose
When we comin’, you should know
Manifested all the gold
Barely touchin’ on my goals
I’m thankful for it, Lord knows
You can feel it in your soul
I’m chasin’ the bag and I’m steppin’ in
See me glowin’, to the melanin
It’s AG at Coachella, man
White kids at attention
Chasin’ a bag and I’m steppin’ in
See me glowin’ to the melanin
It’s AG at Coachella, man
[Chorus: Sam Truth]
Real cash nigga, we don’t rumble in this ho
Real cash nigga…rumble…ho
Yeah, give a real tank
That’ll make ’em legs shake
Yeah, give a real tank
That’ll make ’em legs shake
And I give a-
[Outro]
Real tank
Real tank
Real tank
