[Hook]
See I been shooting pistols since the 7th grade
I been a real n***a since 2nd grade
And when I met Gucci, thought I met a real n***a
Until he crossed the line, then he became a f** n***a
I used to share rooms, now I got it made
n***as sip codeine like its lemonade
I'm still the same n***a with his nappy fro'
Ain't nothing changed but this dirty Calico
[Verse 1]
From roaches to Rolex's, I been through so much sh**
FN on me and I got an extra clip
Wish a n***a trip, wish them p**y boys slip
Geeked up off them d** so he better watch his lip
Know a n***a Blood, but respected by the Crips
Shawty shake that a**, let me see you do a split
And you know I got an army, know I got some k**ers
If he try to harm me, I'm sending k**ers
Keep them f** boys from 'round me
Know they wanna doubt me
Wanna see me broke, locked down in the county
How the f** you sending shots, n***a, at a shooter
How the f** you sending shots, n***a, at a shooter
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I ain't worrying 'bout sh**, n***a, Red Crew all around me
If there's 20 n***as then there's 20 pistols around me
Jump in the water, bet them young n***as drown you
Shooters shoot for free, I ain't gotta place a bounty
Overstep your boundary, I'll revoke your Blood pa**
Used to be my n***a, now you jealous, where the love at?
No loyalty, you put money over all that
f** this industry, cause' the streets know the real facts
Fans don't get caught in that, this ain't for promotion
All in your feelings, all in your emotions
Just for attention, you cause all of this commotion
n***a you just talking, you don't really want your business in the open
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