Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Gang land
Gotta keep it with me
It's a whole lotta violence in my city
Look, look,
[Verse 2]
It's a whole lotta violence in my city
They want me dead, so I gotta keep it wit me
You want the smoke, I bring the whole gang with me
I'm gettin' to the money, that's why these **** hate me
It's a whole lotta violence in my city
They want me dead, so I gotta keep it wit me
You want the smoke, I bring the whole gang with me
I'm gettin' to the money, that's why these **** hate me
[Verse 3]
Ay, why they hate me?
One call, baby, D pull up with fifty
**** speakin', we'll light up his city
Bounce out, shots fired, leave it empty
I'm tryna run up a bag, she tryna date me
Lil' bitch on my dick, she gotta pay me
My mama pray that I make it home safely
B-O-E, we been doin' numbers lately
Every day you gotta pray to see tomorrow
Moo moo hopped out, **** catchin' hollows
My brothers shoot, fifteen shots to follow
Slide through my section, send some shots through your car, though
There ain't no way that I let a **** play me
My brother DJ pullin' up with that Glizzy
Three-six-oh, over him, you meet the Drakey
I just wish my brother 'Mire was here with me
[Verse 4]
It's a whole lotta violence in my city
They want me dead, so I gotta keep it wit me
You want the smoke, I bring the whole gang with me
I'm gettin' to the money, that's why these **** hate me
It's a whole lotta violence in my city
They want me dead, so I gotta keep it wit me
You want the smoke, I bring the whole gang with me
I'm gettin' to the money, that's why these **** hate me
[Verse 5]
It's a couple bandicas that I'm blowin' through
**** don't know a thing that I'm goin' through
Big bro pullin' up, he finna pour some juice
I used to walk round hella bummy at my fuckin' school
Bad bitch sucked a dick, her best friend sucked me, too
I need a mil, young **** don't got time to lose
He was speakin' till we showed him what that forty do
Lil' don, over him, you'll get it, too
Come from the trenches, my ****, it ain't safe
I ain't from Hollywood or a happily place
I'm from where **** get smoked right in your face
Only time you get attention when you dead or fightin' a case
Well, fuck that, I done seen everything
Smile through it all, fuck a bitch, I need some green
Gun smokin', green beans, and some shooters on my team
I hear these **** speakin', but they ain't fearin' a thing
[Verse 6]
It's a whole lotta violence in my city
They want me dead, so I gotta keep it wit me
You want the smoke, I bring the whole gang with me
I'm gettin' to the money, that's why these **** hate me
It's a whole lotta violence in my city
They want me dead, so I gotta keep it wit me
You want the smoke, I bring the whole gang with me
I'm gettin' to the money, that's why these **** hate me
Written by: BOE Sosa
