[Verse]
Fake rappers, I don't fuck with them
Bitch, I came in from a drug dealer
Where I'm from, you really gotta clutch pistols
If you play with my brother, get touched, nigga
And the streets gave a nigga trust issues
When you trappin', gotta keep a gun with you
Gotta stay low, 'cause you never know, when the laws'll pull up and come get you
I'm just thanking God I'm forever rich
For my brothers, I swear, I will never switch
And your main man turned to a rat, shit, you ain't think he would ever snitch
And the same bitch that you love, giving kiss and hugs, you ain't know she's devilish?
Now you locked up in a cell, she fucking with the next man to stay relevant
Now she stops picking up your Jail calls, but she's right there when you fresh out
Shit, I guess her and dude fell out
But your brother with you, he gon' tell it all
Now, you mad at your bro, he put you on game, but what the fuck you mad about?
You done picked a hoe over your bro, shit, that's the realest nigga you done had around
I done came up from selling dime bags
Where I'm from, young niggas die at
When they asked if I signed to Sauce Walka, shit, hell yeah, I had to sign fast
And my momma smoked crack, my daddy smoked crack and I had to live around that
Man, that shit I seen at a young age really had a young nigga down bad
I jumped right in them streets, yeah, I had to do it
I robbing niggas, I was packing tools
And the parents ain't want me around they kids, use to tell my Granny I'm a bad influence
All rats gotta die, nigga, on my life, even Ratatouille
And everytime a Hurricane hit the hood, I was always trappin' through it
AK, got a drum in that
Get smoked or not, we gon' double back
I done went from rocks to a brick, nigga, and then I turned a brick into a hundred racks
Alot of demons in my head 'cause I left niggas dead, I think I'm stuck with that
And I got niggas who ain't coming back
Pounds came in, where the runners at?
Fake rappers, I don't fuck with them
Bitch, I came in from a drug dealer
Where I'm from, you really gotta clutch pistols
If you play with my brother, get touched, nigga
And the streets gave a nigga trust issues
When you trappin', gotta keep a gun with you
Gotta stay low, 'cause you never know, when the laws'll pull up and come get you
I'm just thanking God I'm forever rich
For my brothers, I swear, I will never switch
And your main man turned to a rat, shit, you ain't think he would ever snitch
And the same bitch that you love, giving kiss and hugs, you ain't know she's devilish?
Now you locked up in a cell, she fucking with the next man to stay relevant
Now she stops picking up your Jail calls, but she's right there when you fresh out
Shit, I guess her and dude fell out
But your brother with you, he gon' tell it all
Now, you mad at your bro, he put you on game, but what the fuck you mad about?
You done picked a hoe over your bro, shit, that's the realest nigga you done had around
I done came up from selling dime bags
Where I'm from, young niggas die at
When they asked if I signed to Sauce Walka, shit, hell yeah, I had to sign fast
And my momma smoked crack, my daddy smoked crack and I had to live around that
Man, that shit I seen at a young age really had a young nigga down bad
I jumped right in them streets, yeah, I had to do it
I robbing niggas, I was packing tools
And the parents ain't want me around they kids, use to tell my Granny I'm a bad influence
All rats gotta die, nigga, on my life, even Ratatouille
And everytime a Hurricane hit the hood, I was always trappin' through it
AK, got a drum in that
Get smoked or not, we gon' double back
I done went from rocks to a brick, nigga, and then I turned a brick into a hundred racks
Alot of demons in my head 'cause I left niggas dead, I think I'm stuck with that
And I got niggas who ain't coming back
Pounds came in, where the runners at?
( Peso Peso )
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