Lyrics
(Ayo, Jug)
Yeah (Bavaro, beat it up)
Got two sides of me
The inner me, he don't like people (grr)
Got two sides of me
The inner me, he don't like people
I'm running around and I'm handlin' (I'm handlin')
Packs, talk to my management (yuh)
Let's go
Big Glock, when we on the road
Got devils inside, you don't know about this
Death all around, don't make right on the corner
Duck and dodge, mans got paranoia
I'm talking to my dawg from south (from south)
I'm hoping he free up from south
I'm really with killers for real
They slidin' for real, I bet they gon' ride for real
My lil' bro gon' give them a toe tag (toe tag)
Baby, it's insta-kill (grr, grr)
You know that the Jane life be so real (so real)
Young had no money, from here to a mill'
From young, I was dodging them cases (cases)
See, they wasn't hearing me (hearing me)
She said she love me but don't fuck with me (fuck with me)
I might just get popped in the morning (grr, grr)
Too much gunshots, it get boring (grr)
Rockstar life, yeah, I'm living it (I'm living it)
5 a.m. up, you been snorin'
In 17 I trust, ya dig?
Lost lil' bro, wish he had the stick
A nigga run down, he get hit, hit
My lil' bro slide from detention
He could show you how to whip it, how to tote a weapon
I see them nigga's hatin', moving like my enemies
Glock with extendo (extendo)
Three eyes, one behind me, best believe they creepin' (creepin')
I'ma hit that bitch then I'ma head out (I'ma head out, grr)
I might just roll wit' a weapon (a weapon)
I know these niggas be tellin' (tellin')
Beam jawn, big Glock
Go hit em' you know we ain't friendly (grr, grr)
I ain't myself off of the Henny (grr)
I'm losing my mind, you gon' lose your guys
Pop-out, might hit you behind you (grr, grr)
He ain't never made an opp' bleed
Got two sides of me (got two sides)
The inner me, he don't like people
I'm running around and I'm handlin'
Packs, talk to my management (talk to my management)
Let's go
Big Glock, when we on the road
Got devils inside, you don't know about this
Death all around, don't make right on the corner (grr, grr)
Duck and dodge, mans got paranoia
I'm talking to my dawg from south (from south)
I'm hoping he free up from south
I'm in it with killers for real
They slidin' for real (they slide) I bet they gon' ride for real (grr, grr)
My lil' bro gon' give them a toe tag (a toe tag)
Baby, it's insta-kill (insta-kill)
You know that the Jane life be so real
Young had no money, from here to a mill'
He don't got no money, all he want is kill (kill)
Jane Babies, walk a nigga down for real
Only pop perky pills (pills)
My lil' nigga run a nigga down wit' the steel
Bad lil' bitch wanna take it to the hills
Talkin' 'bout love, I don't know if it's real
Big gun ride 'round, nigga, it's kill
One shot send a nigga ass to the hills
She pop percocets for the thrill
Broski go chase 'em, go chase 'em in my heels
Hunnid shots, nigga, you can't even heal
DP my bro, man, he really in field
Run up on me, man, I shoot for the kill
And broski wit' me and he ain't pop no pill
We hittin' his block, let 'em know how it feel
We shoot when we drivin' can't handle the wheel
Got two sides of me (got two sides of me)
The inner me, he don't like people
I'm running around and I'm handlin'
Packs, talk to my management (talk to my management)
Let's go
Big Glock, when we on the road
Got devils inside, you don't know about this
Death all around, don't make right on the corner (grr, grr)
Duck and dodge, mans got paranoia
I'm talking to my dawg from south (from south)
I'm hoping he free up from south (from south)
I'm in it with killers for real
They slidin' for real (they slide) I bet they gon' ride for real (grr, grr)
My lil' bro gon' give them a toe tag (a toe tag)
Baby, it's insta-kill (insta-kill)
You know that the Jane life be so real (be so real)
Young had no money, from here to a mill' (yeah)
Writer(s): Brett Warren, Brad Warren, Cody Hanson, Austin Winkler
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