[Intro]
(Okay KMoney)
Dope boys, no scammin' on my section
Ayy, can you— yeah, okay
(This that Ghetto Boyz, IUR, Wavy Gang, MCB shit)
(This that motherfuckin' One Mob shit, we on that Oakland shit)
(Detroit niggas)
Ayy
[Verse]
Fell down, but I'm back on my two feet again (My two feet again)
If rap fail, I'ma go buy me two keys again (Two bricks)
I'm back at home and I'm back lockin' up the streets again (And I'm back)
If you ain't with me, nigga, you may never eat again (Uh-huh)
Long live my nigga Soda 'til we meet again (My dog)
Watch your dog, uh, catch me if I fall, uh (Catch me if I fall)
Free my nigga, I pick up soon as he call, uh (Pick up)
He just wanna hear stories 'bout how I ball, uh (Hey, hey)
I make it look easy, this shit was hard, though (This shit was hard, nigga)
The streets left me scarred and they broke my heart too (They broke my heart)
Found out my ex-bitch was fuckin' with my mans (Damn)
And he ain't even come tell me, I found out through the 'Gram (Hold up, bruh)
Was sick for a minute, you still my dog, though (You still my nigga, though)
No love for these bitches, that's why I dog hoes (Fuck a bitch)
I grew up in them trenches, that's what we call home (Yeah)
Where niggas' mamas used to say, "My son can't hang around y'all" (Uh-huh)
Yeah, I done did some shit I can't come back from (Nah)
Fucked up my whole damn bag, had to get back up (Had to get back up)
I done got into it with niggas, ain't call for backup (I didn't)
They ain't wanna give us respect, we had to whack somethin'
Used to buy dope from OGs, they tried to tax me (They tried to tax me)
Used to try to hit up them hoes, they ain't hit back, E (Damn)
Now when we pop out at the club, they think we athletes (Ballin')
Now I hit these hoes with two rubbers, they won a track meet (Uh)
Yeah, all I ask is that you keep it G no matter what (Keep it gangster)
If that's too much to ask for, my G, then get the fuck
Ain't see me when I was down, now you can't see me 'cause I'm up (Nope)
You only come around when it's convenient, that ain't love (Boy)
Had to get it how I live, that was in blood, yeah (That was in blood)
Bloody double cup of red, we call that mud, yeah (We call that mud)
Fuck that blood shit, I fell out with my cuz, yeah (Fuck my cuz)
Don't give a fuck, you take from me, I crack your skull, yeah
Chrome Heart glasses on my face, you see the skull heads (You see that shit)
She wanna take the whole thing, come ride a bull, yeah (Hey, hey)
New Rich Porter out the D, I'm paid in full, yeah (I'm paid in full)
Put on for the 6, I'm like Chapo in my hood, yeah (Uh)
They told me I can't hang around no felons, huh? (Damn)
They told me I can't be around no weapons, naw
Better not catch you pussy boys off in my section, naw (Nigga)
Neck so fuckin' froze, caught a cold wearin' my necklace, dog (Shit)
Pull up with my shooter, let him test it out (Let him test it)
He nodded off with one eye closed, it must be Fetty Wap
Phone ringin', my bitch ask me who I'm textin' now (Hello?)
My Mexican, he on his way up here from Texas now (I'm waitin' on you)
Retired from sellin' dope, it wasn't no exit route (It wasn't no end route)
Now I get paid to rap on stage, that's a blessing, huh? (We in now)
She fucked me and just left, ain't even tell me bye (Why?)
You hate me for no fuckin' reason, can't even tell me why (Broke boy)
I done been frontline so many times and I ain't lyin' (Yeah)
Been through hell and back, but no complaints, and I ain't cryin' (Real nigga)
Bought so many watches, I can't keep up with the time (Shit)
Had so many cars that I don't know what else to drive (Hey, hey)
Ain't got too many friends 'cause I ain't friendly, bitch (Naw, I ain't friendly, bitch)
Boy, go read my file, stand on business, bitch (Stand on business, bitch)
I send a hit 'bout David Wesson, that's my nigga, bitch (That's my nigga, bitch)
Went and got them M's and brought 'em right back to the trenches, bitch (Hey, hey)
Stack it to the ceiling
Can't afford to take no days off, I'm tryna get it
Nodded in the trap, I woke up and seen my skizzy
And like sixty-two grams in my twelve-twelve skinnies
Flip phone hangin' 'round my neck, Carhartt on in a blizzard
That's what we wear when we get busy
Pull up on the block, hit the lights and park the van
That's my white boy, he pay one-twenty for a gram, ayy
We sell weed and we don't scam, bitch
We sell dope, no, we don't scam, yeah
In my section, I'm the man, yeah
Don't make me bust your motherfuckin' head, woo
(Okay KMoney)
Dope boys, no scammin' on my section
Ayy, can you— yeah, okay
(This that Ghetto Boyz, IUR, Wavy Gang, MCB shit)
(This that motherfuckin' One Mob shit, we on that Oakland shit)
(Detroit niggas)
Ayy
[Verse]
Fell down, but I'm back on my two feet again (My two feet again)
If rap fail, I'ma go buy me two keys again (Two bricks)
I'm back at home and I'm back lockin' up the streets again (And I'm back)
If you ain't with me, nigga, you may never eat again (Uh-huh)
Long live my nigga Soda 'til we meet again (My dog)
Watch your dog, uh, catch me if I fall, uh (Catch me if I fall)
Free my nigga, I pick up soon as he call, uh (Pick up)
He just wanna hear stories 'bout how I ball, uh (Hey, hey)
I make it look easy, this shit was hard, though (This shit was hard, nigga)
The streets left me scarred and they broke my heart too (They broke my heart)
Found out my ex-bitch was fuckin' with my mans (Damn)
And he ain't even come tell me, I found out through the 'Gram (Hold up, bruh)
Was sick for a minute, you still my dog, though (You still my nigga, though)
No love for these bitches, that's why I dog hoes (Fuck a bitch)
I grew up in them trenches, that's what we call home (Yeah)
Where niggas' mamas used to say, "My son can't hang around y'all" (Uh-huh)
Yeah, I done did some shit I can't come back from (Nah)
Fucked up my whole damn bag, had to get back up (Had to get back up)
I done got into it with niggas, ain't call for backup (I didn't)
They ain't wanna give us respect, we had to whack somethin'
Used to buy dope from OGs, they tried to tax me (They tried to tax me)
Used to try to hit up them hoes, they ain't hit back, E (Damn)
Now when we pop out at the club, they think we athletes (Ballin')
Now I hit these hoes with two rubbers, they won a track meet (Uh)
Yeah, all I ask is that you keep it G no matter what (Keep it gangster)
If that's too much to ask for, my G, then get the fuck
Ain't see me when I was down, now you can't see me 'cause I'm up (Nope)
You only come around when it's convenient, that ain't love (Boy)
Had to get it how I live, that was in blood, yeah (That was in blood)
Bloody double cup of red, we call that mud, yeah (We call that mud)
Fuck that blood shit, I fell out with my cuz, yeah (Fuck my cuz)
Don't give a fuck, you take from me, I crack your skull, yeah
Chrome Heart glasses on my face, you see the skull heads (You see that shit)
She wanna take the whole thing, come ride a bull, yeah (Hey, hey)
New Rich Porter out the D, I'm paid in full, yeah (I'm paid in full)
Put on for the 6, I'm like Chapo in my hood, yeah (Uh)
They told me I can't hang around no felons, huh? (Damn)
They told me I can't be around no weapons, naw
Better not catch you pussy boys off in my section, naw (Nigga)
Neck so fuckin' froze, caught a cold wearin' my necklace, dog (Shit)
Pull up with my shooter, let him test it out (Let him test it)
He nodded off with one eye closed, it must be Fetty Wap
Phone ringin', my bitch ask me who I'm textin' now (Hello?)
My Mexican, he on his way up here from Texas now (I'm waitin' on you)
Retired from sellin' dope, it wasn't no exit route (It wasn't no end route)
Now I get paid to rap on stage, that's a blessing, huh? (We in now)
She fucked me and just left, ain't even tell me bye (Why?)
You hate me for no fuckin' reason, can't even tell me why (Broke boy)
I done been frontline so many times and I ain't lyin' (Yeah)
Been through hell and back, but no complaints, and I ain't cryin' (Real nigga)
Bought so many watches, I can't keep up with the time (Shit)
Had so many cars that I don't know what else to drive (Hey, hey)
Ain't got too many friends 'cause I ain't friendly, bitch (Naw, I ain't friendly, bitch)
Boy, go read my file, stand on business, bitch (Stand on business, bitch)
I send a hit 'bout David Wesson, that's my nigga, bitch (That's my nigga, bitch)
Went and got them M's and brought 'em right back to the trenches, bitch (Hey, hey)
Stack it to the ceiling
Can't afford to take no days off, I'm tryna get it
Nodded in the trap, I woke up and seen my skizzy
And like sixty-two grams in my twelve-twelve skinnies
Flip phone hangin' 'round my neck, Carhartt on in a blizzard
That's what we wear when we get busy
Pull up on the block, hit the lights and park the van
That's my white boy, he pay one-twenty for a gram, ayy
We sell weed and we don't scam, bitch
We sell dope, no, we don't scam, yeah
In my section, I'm the man, yeah
Don't make me bust your motherfuckin' head, woo
( Peezy )
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