Ay man, shout out to all my kraxks in the chain gang
That Boy Scarface, Squirt, Snakebite, Weezy G, Bolo G
That's my, just stay down cause that shit finna come back up
Boy shout out Lil Klayko, shout out G7
Boy Twist and Young Fetty, Black Will
Boy Anthony, Storm, Josh
Sick boy, Baakwoodz in this bitch
And my brother Belair Seven
I used to dream about making a mill
Never taking no deal
I would wake up always chasing that money
Hustling hard nothing less than a hundred
Serving up twenties and fifties of midget
A half pound a day like I call myself Gettin it
Upgrade to onions and cuties of kush
It was always exotic, No Reggie Bush
If you want it, I got it just Text me an Addy
Give me ten minutes to get it all ready
I'ma swing by, catch a play on the fly
Just pushing my Honda like that bitch a caddie.
I'm 21 with a big 45
I'm 22 with a big 38
My zodiac sign was born as a cancer
And I keep a Taurus with big nickel plates
Ain't have no license bitch, I wasn't stopping
Fuck the police, tell them hoes to get off me
High speed pursuit, while my bitch gave me toppy
Cause nobody taught me about going out softly
Nobody taught me about keeping it real
You next to get peeled
If you ain't with it, get out the picture
And move out the way for your blood'll get spilled
But nobody taught me about keeping it real
You next to get peeled
If you ain't with it, then get out the picture
And move out the way for your blood'll get spilled
But nobody taught me about keeping it real
You next to get peeled
If you ain't with it, then get out the picture
And move out the way for your blood'll get spilled
Fuck the police man I hate me a rat
They snitching like Ricky gets shot in the back
Ain't no penitentiary or drugs in my system
Gonna get me so twisted that I'm acting like that
Y'all crackers are broke and you needing a sack
Needing a reason to bring it all back
These junkies be bumping me say that they love me but I'm building in silence so no one attacks
There ain't no one who wants war with us
Who the fuck really want smoke with us
Telling my little bitch to sober up
All this purple shit you know we rolling up
All that I knew was the trap get you killed
But the shit that they saying is trap isn't real
Cuz ain't nobody talking when pistols get popping
Ain't nobody taught me how to keep it real
Bitch, nobody taught me about keeping it real
You next to get peeled
If you ain't with it, then get out the picture
And move out the way for your blood'll get spilled
But nobody taught me about keeping it real
You next to get peeled
If you ain't with it, then get out the picture
And move out the way for your blood'll get spilled
And move out the way for your blood to get spilled
And move out the way for your blood to get spilled