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(Exclusive made it) That's crazy, um You know, dog pound was- (J Thrash On The track) That's a block from my granny crib, you know? That's where I met BJ and 'em And shout out the pound (Ayo Bleu) My heart was poundin', it's crazy as it's soundin' Nigga I used to fuck wit' in the hood, left me drownin' Went to jail, ain't even have a bond, I gave him thousands BM bitchin' over pics, I liked, that shit was childish Funeral homes and trial dates, nowadays, that shit be crowded Postin' gun, them bitches ain't gettin' used, them niggas cowards Niggas 'round the way just show they fake, them niggas sour I be googlin' Von pics every day, just check my browser Bitches high as niggas nowadays, they fuck for hours now The hos ain't come outside back in the day, they fuck for thousands now First they want the weed, then the lean, they want the powder now One of my brothers popped too many pills, can't come around me high When I was down, you weren't on my side, can't come around me now Thought you was slick, I seen that shit come from a thousand miles I sat in the courtroom for a day, I seen a thousand trials, uh (uh, uh) And I'm around, the same niggas who I started with And I support the same hood who I started with And I'ma stand on all ten who I'm startin' with You ain't proud of me Me, I'm proud of you, them shorties proud to shoot You a clown to me, you told me you never told, I went and found the truth Pain drownin' me, I look at foenem the wrist like they're drownin' too Street nigga had came to me with nothin', I gave him a pound or two My heart was poundin', it's crazy as it's soundin' Nigga I used to fuck wit' in the hood, left me drownin' Went to jail, ain't even have a bond, I gave him thousands BM bitchin' over pics, I liked, that shit was childish Funeral homes and trial dates, nowadays, that shit be crowded Postin' gun, them bitches ain't gettin' used, them niggas cowards Niggas 'round the way just show they fake, them niggas sour I be googlin' Von pics every day, just check my browser Started young, I seen a lot Checkin' in on you, don't want nothin', that shit mean a lot Ain't nothin' at home for him, so he think the block is all he got Told Smurk, "To be for real, I got numbers down in hip-hop" This ain't entertainment, this shit real like Big and Tupac The trolls got you feelin' like you got somethin' to prove Prove it, they gon' have something to say, lose-lose To my youngins, I hope y'all know gettin' a life sentence ain't cool I tell everybody, "Just know what you're doin' when you do it" Streets ain't what it was, they fucked it up, this shit a dub Young niggas run the old heads out the way Ones who had the plug, they got the restaurants and clubs now Youngins don't want money, all they care about is guns In order to win the war, you gon' have to have your funds right We used to be a hundred deep back then, we had fun nights 40 went to jail, 20 straight, the rest of 'em lost they life I had 2K to my name, I gave him a thousand Bro got 20 years, he shed for like a thousand She finna get on OnlyFans and charge a thousand He wanted 2K for a Drac', I gave him a thousand Told you my word one thousand I told you my word one thousand I told you my word one thousand I told you my word one thousand My heart was poundin', it's crazy as it's soundin' Nigga I used to fuck wit' in the hood, left me drownin' Went to jail, ain't even have a bond, I gave him thousands BM bitchin' over pics, I liked, that shit was childish Funeral homes and trial dates, nowadays, that shit be crowded Postin' gun, them bitches ain't gettin' used, them niggas cowards Niggas 'round the way just show they fake, them niggas sour I be googlin' Von pics every day, just check my browser
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