Verse 1
Only a few n***as i'd die for//
Brothers knocking on god door//
f** we calling these cops for//
n***a they the reason we here//
My right hand on this Glock 4
n***a they the reason we here//
We on em n***as like lock jaw, CHECK
On my deebo sh**//
A n***a tired of hearing that amigo sh**//
Repping 3A on my trio sh**//
And cutting n***as short on some chino sh**// And the G's know
All i hear is onomatopoeia// Show a little sign of gonorrhea// Sicker than the b**hes really thinking that they fly but not Aaliyah// n***as being b**hes like the n***a Tyler got Madea// Owwww
I ain't tryna shake yo hand// Hating n***as ain't yo mans// I do what i do what i does and it ain't no scam// Now they telling n***as they yo fam// Oh man
These n***as up to no good// You be a young n***a making sure the bros good// Next thing you know Chinx shot in his own hood// And im another n***a writing in a notebook// So i dont look//
Dolo (sh**)// Its bloodsport on some bolo (sh**)// This for them n***as on the low low// And dont know im jumpin n***as on some pogo (sh**)//
A n***a can't keep holdin what i can't maintain// Its when you getting paper n***a everything change// So every motherf**er that been hating on a n***a when i see em imma hit em with the bang bang bang
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It hurts the more i think about it// You p**y n***as don't speak about it//
NO NO NO time to make peace about it// Cuz you p**y boy! and we be about it we on
Im on one i don't trust these n***as x4
Verse 2
What the f** wrong with a n***a// Acting like they never get along with a n***a// sh**ted on my mixtape now they wanna do a song with a n***a// my n***a my n***a // Feelin like denzel in this b**h yo// They tryna get to yo bread through a window// They treat me like bruh man from the 5th floor//
Coming in like homie// I really like the way you flowing// Ever since high school u been growing// I mean look at all the places u going// But one thing the whole team know is//
I be only riding for my n***as// Tryna be surrounded by the realest// Ya be thinkin 'bout the money feeding off the thousand dollar dealers// Till our people dying and we been surrounded by the k**ers// GOT DAMN
Shouts to my latinum n***as// All my latin n***as going platinum n***as// Love to the black real n***as// They say we monkeys with banana clips that'll peel n***as//
God'll never judge but he finna deal wit us// Represent the warriors and they reveal n***as// Rest in peace to tio but a n***a still wit us// If it wasn't for the spirit woulda tried to k** n***as//
What... yall n***as trippin like a westbrook interview// I mean where was the love when i hit rock bottom but i blow and im 'pose to remember you//
Ya make a n***a lose hope// Where the f** is yall when a n***a too broke// Where the f** is yall when a n***a lose folks// But wanna hit me up asap 'cuz a n***a too dope//
You Motherf**ers is getting too close dont cross that line// Picture everything i saw at 9// Can't deny the foreplay// Was 9 in 4th grade// A 9 and 4 gauge //Across that spine//
b**h yup// If u wearin a vest// Then yo head and yo neck is finna be D.O.A// I old u n***as we dont play// Swore to my mother imma be ok//
She said "boy i don't give a f** about these n***as// I wanna see you clown these n***as// They really thinking they it, I be ready to pound these n***as// Swam with the sharks so you finna drown these n***as//
'Cuz u can't keep holdin what you can't maintain// Its wen you gettin paper n***a everything change// So every motherf**er that been hating on a n***a when you see em better hit em with the bang bang bang// MY ni**a
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