The Jawn

Yeah, you already know what type jawn this is,

Ain’t no cap, all grind, no gimmicks — that jawn run through my blood, you feel me?

Let’s get it.

Posted on the block, chillin’ by the corner — jawn buzzin’,

Hood full of stories, every step got a jawn cousin.

Ocky fryin’ wings, hot grease in the jawn pop,

I seen dreams die quicker than a fiend with a jawn rock.

North side survivor, I done bled with them wolves,

My grind talk heavy like a jawn full of tools.

No love in the city, gotta earn that jawn proper,

We don’t dap no snakes, cut a jawn like a chopper.

That jawn hit different when you come from the gutter,

Every move gotta matter, every jawn got a brother.

That jawn hit different when the pain run deep,

We from Philly, that jawn — we don’t talk, we just creep.

That jawn hit different, no lie, no front,

Every block got a legend, every jawn got a hunt.

That jawn hit different, when the cold nights bite,

If the jawn ain’t loyal, then she rollin’ tonight.

My grind been dirty, hands full of that jawn grease,

Seen death round the corner, whispered low like a jawn priest.

I don’t pray, I manifest with a blick and a jawn dream,

Chasin’ bags, duckin’ jakes, whole team on the jawn scheme.

North side streets, West Philly in my blood,

Still stomp through puddles with a jawn full of mud.

Every plan gotta twist, every jawn got a setup,

Don’t trust that smile, she might line you when you wet up.

That jawn hit different when you come from the gutter,

Every move gotta matter, every jawn got a brother.

That jawn hit different when the pain run deep,

We from Philly, that jawn — we don’t talk, we just creep.

That jawn hit different, no lie, no front,

Every block got a legend, every jawn got a hunt.

That jawn hit different, when the cold nights bite,

If the jawn ain’t loyal, then she rollin’ tonight.

I done seen a friend flip, turn snake for a jawn bag,

Seen hope fade slow like a jawn in a drag.

Ain’t no fairy tales, just these jawn scars deep,

I don’t count no loss, every jawn I keep.

South Philly slick, West Philly grind,

North got the hunger, jawn etched in my mind.

City full of fighters, ain’t no love in them jawn alleys,

Where the dreams die young, and the jawn tally.

Now I walk with my shadow, hand on a jawn peace,

Heart froze up, can’t melt, jawn never cease.

Every word that I spit got that jawn in its blood,

From the curb to the sky — this the jawn we love.

That jawn hit different — Philly made, Philly raised,

We don’t fold, we blaze, every jawn gets praise.

This the real, not a play, not a act, not a front,

Every jawn in my verse got a story — that’s blunt.