When niggas catch a murder case, I know it's hard to cop a plea
Free my niggas out the cage, it be the same, if it was me
All them days in the rain, it leave a stain up on ya tee, and nigga
Not stayin dangerous, have you brainless in the street
And that hate it's contagious, hope it don't make it to the three
I can always spot a leach just tryna come around and eat
They wasn't with us in the field, we was strappin' up the cleats
Bitch, it's Versace on my sheets, you wanna cuddle up with me
This bitch kissin' on my neck, she should be suckin' on my man
That nigga used to be a baller, he fell off like Ricky Tan
And I'm strapped like Urkel, not on my shoulder in my hand
I got drip all in my jeans, bitch, look how I wear my pants
We ain't gon' take it to the gram, we gon' leave it in the street
He hopped on the 105, and brody caught him on the East
My dawg out here goin' crazy, shoulda left him on a leash
F*ckin' around and had twins, tryna plant the proper seed
The streets don't show no love, but gotta give them your respect
And niggas shout out to the first, cause we was waitin' on them checks
With some foul-ass niggas f*ckin' around, you catch a tech
I met a down-ass bitch, but only call her for the neck
Shit, they charge you for the shit, so it ain't nothin' to confess
Ain't had shit to do with me, I sat down and made a spread
I get police vibes when niggas take it to the net
Brody live and breathe Robbin', he gon' take it like a breath
We was thuggin' on Del Rosa, yeah, I function with the IE
Tk Lil' Ant, J.Bird, me and Mikey, I was f*ckin' around with rap
Now I'm talkin' very spicy, before they let me in the elevator
I was climbing ', love the money first time, I sold a onion , I was cryin
Told my granny I'm good, I know she knew that I was lyin
211 was a case of 18, I'm a striker, f*ck that
Bitch, I'm married to the streets, I'ma for lifer
They could give me all the time, I bet I take it to the grave
And if it's beef, we door-dash, cause we gon' take it to his place
And you won't hear me politic if I can't say it to his face
When I ain't have a pot to piss, the hoes just loved me for my ways
I balled ain't get no scholarship, I'm in the streets makin' plays
He fraud, then get him outta here, that nigga stuck in his way
My broad is harder than these niggas, bitches broke, give me space
They read the nigga's paperwork, and he got poked in the face
This bitch kissin' on my neck, she should be suckin' on my man
That nigga used to be a baller, he fell off like Ricky Tan
And I'm strapped like Urkel, not on my shoulder in my hand
I got drip all in my jeans, bitch, look how I wear my pants
We ain't gon' take it to the gram, we gon' leave it in the streets
He hopped on the 105, and brodie caught him on the east
My dawg out here goin' crazy, shoulda left him on the leash
F*ck around and had twins, tryna plant the proper seed
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When niggas catch a murder case, I know it's hard to cop a plea
Free my niggas out the cage, it be the same, if it was me
All them days in the rain, it leave a stain up on ya tee, and nigga
Not stayin dangerous, have you brainless in the street
And that hate it's contagious, hope it don't make it to the three
I can always spot a leach just tryna come around and eat
They wasn't with us in the field, we was strappin' up the cleats
Bitch, it's Versace on my sheets, you wanna cuddle up with me
This bitch kissin' on my neck, she should be suckin' on my man
That nigga used to be a baller, he fell off like Ricky Tan
And I'm strapped like Urkel, not on my shoulder in my hand
I got drip all in my jeans, bitch, look how I wear my pants
We ain't gon' take it to the gram, we gon' leave it in the street
He hopped on the 105, and brody caught him on the East
My dawg out here goin' crazy, shoulda left him on a leash
F*ckin' around and had twins, tryna plant the proper seed
The streets don't show no love, but gotta give them your respect
And niggas shout out to the first, cause we was waitin' on them checks
With some foul-ass niggas f*ckin' around, you catch a tech
I met a down-ass bitch, but only call her for the neck
Shit, they charge you for the shit, so it ain't nothin' to confess
Ain't had shit to do with me, I sat down and made a spread
I get police vibes when niggas take it to the net
Brody live and breathe Robbin', he gon' take it like a breath
We was thuggin' on Del Rosa, yeah, I function with the IE
Tk Lil' Ant, J.Bird, me and Mikey, I was f*ckin' around with rap
Now I'm talkin' very spicy, before they let me in the elevator
I was climbing ', love the money first time, I sold a onion , I was cryin
Told my granny I'm good, I know she knew that I was lyin
211 was a case of 18, I'm a striker, f*ck that
Bitch, I'm married to the streets, I'ma for lifer
They could give me all the time, I bet I take it to the grave
And if it's beef, we door-dash, cause we gon' take it to his place
And you won't hear me politic if I can't say it to his face
When I ain't have a pot to piss, the hoes just loved me for my ways
I balled ain't get no scholarship, I'm in the streets makin' plays
He fraud, then get him outta here, that nigga stuck in his way
My broad is harder than these niggas, bitches broke, give me space
They read the nigga's paperwork, and he got poked in the face
This bitch kissin' on my neck, she should be suckin' on my man
That nigga used to be a baller, he fell off like Ricky Tan
And I'm strapped like Urkel, not on my shoulder in my hand
I got drip all in my jeans, bitch, look how I wear my pants
We ain't gon' take it to the gram, we gon' leave it in the streets
He hopped on the 105, and brodie caught him on the east
My dawg out here goin' crazy, shoulda left him on the leash
F*ck around and had twins, tryna plant the proper seed
Free my niggas out the cage, it be the same, if it was me
All them days in the rain, it leave a stain up on ya tee, and nigga
Not stayin dangerous, have you brainless in the street
And that hate it's contagious, hope it don't make it to the three
I can always spot a leach just tryna come around and eat
They wasn't with us in the field, we was strappin' up the cleats
Bitch, it's Versace on my sheets, you wanna cuddle up with me
This bitch kissin' on my neck, she should be suckin' on my man
That nigga used to be a baller, he fell off like Ricky Tan
And I'm strapped like Urkel, not on my shoulder in my hand
I got drip all in my jeans, bitch, look how I wear my pants
We ain't gon' take it to the gram, we gon' leave it in the street
He hopped on the 105, and brody caught him on the East
My dawg out here goin' crazy, shoulda left him on a leash
F*ckin' around and had twins, tryna plant the proper seed
The streets don't show no love, but gotta give them your respect
And niggas shout out to the first, cause we was waitin' on them checks
With some foul-ass niggas f*ckin' around, you catch a tech
I met a down-ass bitch, but only call her for the neck
Shit, they charge you for the shit, so it ain't nothin' to confess
Ain't had shit to do with me, I sat down and made a spread
I get police vibes when niggas take it to the net
Brody live and breathe Robbin', he gon' take it like a breath
We was thuggin' on Del Rosa, yeah, I function with the IE
Tk Lil' Ant, J.Bird, me and Mikey, I was f*ckin' around with rap
Now I'm talkin' very spicy, before they let me in the elevator
I was climbing ', love the money first time, I sold a onion , I was cryin
Told my granny I'm good, I know she knew that I was lyin
211 was a case of 18, I'm a striker, f*ck that
Bitch, I'm married to the streets, I'ma for lifer
They could give me all the time, I bet I take it to the grave
And if it's beef, we door-dash, cause we gon' take it to his place
And you won't hear me politic if I can't say it to his face
When I ain't have a pot to piss, the hoes just loved me for my ways
I balled ain't get no scholarship, I'm in the streets makin' plays
He fraud, then get him outta here, that nigga stuck in his way
My broad is harder than these niggas, bitches broke, give me space
They read the nigga's paperwork, and he got poked in the face
This bitch kissin' on my neck, she should be suckin' on my man
That nigga used to be a baller, he fell off like Ricky Tan
And I'm strapped like Urkel, not on my shoulder in my hand
I got drip all in my jeans, bitch, look how I wear my pants
We ain't gon' take it to the gram, we gon' leave it in the streets
He hopped on the 105, and brodie caught him on the east
My dawg out here goin' crazy, shoulda left him on the leash
F*ck around and had twins, tryna plant the proper seed
Writer: Shaves Adams
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