Uh, run around with them same niggas,
I ain't thinkin' about hangin' with new ones
I'll go dig up them old rods,
I ain't thinkin' about buyin' no new guns
Stuck in the hood, this where my niggas died,
kinda hard for me to move on
I'm tryna win, I ain't tryna see no tie,
I ain't tryna put no suit on
I can buy a hundred steaks and I still
My jewelry Frosted Flakes,
I barely got time to see my pops
For the nigga who murdered Slim,
no doorbell, I'ma knock 'em out
I'ma put this Glock to work,
I just pray to God that he get out, yeah, yeah
Nigga damn near thought about killin' myself
'cause I ain't wanna turn twelve
When I was in the water drownin' with them sharks,
they was thinkin', "Oh well"
High- speed chase, went and got a room with my bitch,
thinkin', "Will my ho tell?"
Me and Joe Dirt locked in for life
like we ain't got no bail
I'ma bring my mask out (grah) then
go hunt for the opps, no Easter
See, my bank account got a new balance,
I ain't talkin' about no sneaker
Spray 'em down with Clorox then make
the haters go sit on the bleachers
No new friends like two twins,
I still run with the same people
Uh, run around with them same niggas,
I ain't thinkin' about hangin' with new ones
I'll go dig up them old rods,
I ain't thinkin' about buyin' no new guns
Stuck in the hood, this where my niggas died,
kinda hard for me to move on
I'm tryna win, I ain't tryna see no tie,
I ain't tryna put no suit on
I can buy a hundred steaks and I still
My jewelry Frosted Flakes,
I barely got time to see my pops
For the nigga who murdered Slim,
no doorbell, I'ma knock 'em out
I'ma put this Glock to work,
I just pray to God that he get out
Yeah, throwed all my kicks away
throwed all my kicks away
Even my Christian Loubs, but ay,
I just didn't see it in you
If I smoke cigarettes by the pack I still won't
play like it's cool (play like it's cool)
I wanna take a trip to Arizona
'Cause all I think about is how I'ma
put my hood on like Trayvon
In my zone, they tote automatics
I'ma tear Burnsville down and I'ma name
Last night I couldn't hear,
I was too busy thinkin' 'bout death
Wa ter deep, I shoulda been Michael after all this pain I felt,
like they ain't got no legs
I told 'em to bear with me, but
they took chances and went fed
Dreams of BET but I'm still in the hood
tryna catch a bet spinner
Cover down, no shoes, it's cool,
we'll get it back tomorrow
Runnin' with the semis since I was little
so we gon' pull up in Ferraris
run around with them same niggas,
I ain't thinkin' about hangin' with new ones
I'll go dig up them old rods,
I ain't thinkin' about buyin' no new guns
Stuck in the hood, this where my niggas died,
kinda hard for me to move on
I'm tryna win, I ain't tryna see no tie,
I ain't tryna put no suit on
I can buy a hundred steaks and I still
My jewelry Frosted Flakes,
I barely got time to see my pops
For the nigga who murdered Slim,
no doorbell, I'ma knock 'em out
I'ma put this Glock to work,
I just pray to God that he get out, yeah, yeah
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