After our you ain’t on the sh#t I been on
Hundred thou’ drum shoot that blocka that you be on
You always playin’ games, I was in that kitchen, kilos
I could get you killed, that’s gon’ cost me ’bout 10 Gs though
Where you from? I be on the East Side of that B-lo
Back doors, neck lit up like its Reno
Big man, shotgun formation, Dan Marino
Margiela, bricks cheap, I can mellow
Pharell snitched on me, DA acapella
Griselda raquets, we the new Roc-A-Fella
Extendo on the .40 but I like the chopper better
Prada, have your baby mama lyin’
Go and see your kids, I be there, you gettin’ shot up
Yacky in that Jag, thrеw 100, pourin’ up
’63, broad day, blocka blocka
I got homies in the set, who ain’t nеver seen the beach
And I got homies rest in peace at the age of 23
Pete sakes, got us locked in
Mindframe like it’s boxed in
Palace jacket match the army fatigue
I took a P to the sky, for all my n#gg#s who ceased
Street legend worldwide, really at where I be
That’s why I’m good in every section where they tuck up the B
I hit the county mainline and really said where I’m from
Travelled ’round the world and told these n#gg#s it’s Blood
You see Benny the Butch-
You see Conway ‘nem
Gotta do it for the homies livin’ life on the run
P Worthy where you been? I been stackin’ my funds
Still keep a b#tch down, baby girl you the one
‘Cause you done brought me the bread
You done copped me the whip
You was with a n#gg# then, 10 toes on the strip
Really rap what I live, so they know it’s legit
Used to keep a 8 Ball with my hoe on the year
Where you goin’ Blood? We hangin’ out
Brang ’em out
The old-school Chevys, big homies in the glass house
Smash out, we sailin’ down Bantro with our flags out
Blabbermouth, n#gg#s better keep the hood out they mouth
Or end up missin’, nobody know your whereabouts
Air ’em out, I head to DC eatin’ carryouts
Thuggin’ with some n#gg#s outside of Wayne Perry house
I did that
The homies did they sh#t when they slid back
sh#t bracks, especially summertime in the hub west
Big press, we talkin’ fourth quart, this the Staples Centre
n#gg#s got staples in they stomach where the bullets entered
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