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In the back of the car, I ain't wasting no time
'Til they holding me, feel on a baddie
I'm posting that, ate with a polo on my waist
With a whole lot of rakes in my pocket (Snake)
I'm a real street ****, I don't need no safe
Matter of fact, I just got a deposit (Deposit)
Every time I go home, they can't stop it (Can't stop it)
I ain't letting it go, 'cause I got it
Everybody talk, I don't have dumb bih face, ****
Watch how I walk in and walk out
**** gotta calm down for that, give him a sec
But I stay with that shit for when shit pop off
Put a grand on your head, ****, watch how you talk
I'm a thirty-eight baby, I'm straight out the North
We don't do this for culture, we could get it right now
We be laying down low, ****
Fuck what you thought (Fuck what you thought)
And I notice that I'm chosen
He died from his words, they was outspoken (Fuck shit, man)
My ****, fuck what you heard
We really don't know him (Hey, fuck that shit)
They tried to take a zero since, man we been on 'em (Preach it, dawg)
This fucking ****, he been tripping for so long, yeah
Hope that you get on, I got your back, that's right or wrong
Post on that block, we get it on
With a bag full of stones and a stolen firearm
Just praying that we make it home
I feel you, **** (Yeah)
Uh, I came from trapping, they rapping (What up?)
From my hips shooting a movie with had men
You tryna task me, script 'em and blast 'em
32 hole in no mile in this jacket (Woo)
I press this shit, somebody could get drafted
Houdini, his block, yeah, we hit it with magic
I keep the stacks on me, know I ain't lacking
I'm in the street, so I'm moving with tact
I've heard to some pat with the back in (Back in)
Gotta show low in the bad's end (Bad's end)
Bad ho lil', we walking (Ooh)
Pretty lil' thing got to be a ten (Yeah)
I keep the rest on me, more than ten
No way I lose, I cheat to win
Why be my brother, my evil twin?
Dropping them bags on they next of kin
I made a way, I felt bad, come see her
I made a vow, I would never squeal
Right, no bullets wouldn't have make real
Behind you **** like a ad reel
I'm with the kids who got brand, steal
All of my diamonds, they super clear
60 thousand for that Rolex watch
But my Bentley cost me, like, three bands
I told that bitch that I needed a perkie before I lay down and fuck
Get them beds out the truck, we gon' load up the truck
I need more and more money, I can't get enough
If they set up their shop, well we'll burn it up
We're ahead, ain't no flashing, ain't up, we go dump
When you playing with me, bitch, you killing yourself
We gon' bag you that smoke however you want
Done when she fuck, can't trade, put that on dump
Nobody safe, if you play, you get slumped
Took off and I landed, not ready to launch
If I never do nothing, I'ma rep where I'm from
Everywhere that I go, I'ma tote me a gun
Strip me, fuck all these **** who ain't give me nothing
Every time it is why I be pushing the button
Got it out of the dirt on all, bitch, nothing (Game)
And I notice that I'm chosen
He died from his words, they was outspoken (Fuck shit, man)
My ****, fuck what you heard
We really don't know him (Hey, fuck that shit)
They tried to take a zero since, man we been on 'em (Preach it, dawg)
This fucking ****, he been tripping for so long, yeah
Hope that you get on, I got your back, that's right or wrong
Post on that block, we get it on
With a bag full of stones and a stolen firearm
Just praying that we make it home
I feel you, ****
Ah-ah, he give it like, some **** just pray they make it home
And some **** look at me like, ay, how you cope with some ****?
Ain't no **** tipping me, man, I start with vultures, man
I'm a vulture myself (You did)
I'm living IRL, I rap 'bout what I did (Big money boss, dig 'em)
These **** 'round me don't step (Marley)
Or they up there and push, don't fuck with that
Fuck they trade, I say it
(I got a cellphone)
Written by: Dexter Binns, Tony Guidry, YNR Israel