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the ghetto while we ducking the feds
To the ghetto got to his heads
Brother listen to me
Listen to me
How do you make your pride in the ghetto?
How do
off like na na na na na na
They would of tried some bullshit but a nigga had the blamer (try again)
They only got me cause they caught it on a camera
you got stuck
You tapped out, you're fed up
You had doubts, you let up
The next round you won't drown
You fall down, you get up
Oh, I been fighting
[Intro: Showbiz & A.G.]
Showbiz got props, tell me who got the props
A.G. got props, tell me who got the props
Give me my props for '92
It's me
and rocks
If anything been scoring from me
It was ten a ki
I let my l'il round hustle
As long as they score for me
[Lac]
Look if I pull up on the block
no ball cap
I ain't saving these hoes
Project pat wit out the cape
Same hoes Still fuck us
Something good for a snake
Lil nigga but my money having ups
Tripping off them niggas talking down
When they ain't bout' shit
Shopping work is my hustle
Bitch I grew up by them outlets
Got it back on my re-up
Spent
Think I need me a new gen
The one i got it steady glitchin
Slidin' in that Hemi
Pushin' hard, might blow the engine
BFB part two, that version one
Blew up
Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies
Playboy, These techs spray easy
Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy
I get money on the grind
Get a lot of love so niggas feeling like they got to hate
Still remember back when I couldn't take lil momma on a date
Feds booked me and I told them
Alright, let me see what I got so far man
We hеre baby my heart poundin'
Come on baby, it's go time
Part I: "AHHH HA" by Lil Durk
Zel finna slide
thing
I'm up on Brylands, uh, I got no bright tears
I can not watch it when she on me like a viking
Twist my fingers when I see ya
Girl, I don't need your
the gun up, run up
And give you the two piece
You really wanna get it together, call me
I'll get you little niggas together
For a small fee i'm followed by
you know I ain't joking
Watch how you approach me
The Jungle got me edgy
Death done turned me heartless
Surrounded by darkness for long I almost lost
they need money for the bail
I got demons on my back, they want me, go to hell
I cant talk on the phone, got the feds on the trail
Menace to these
na, na, na, na
They would of tried some bullshit but a nigga had the blamer
They only got me 'cause they caught it on a camera
They wanna ball but they
out
And I'm on these niggas' neck
I should get sponsored by Nike 'cause
I'm all about a check they know I'm up next
I figure that's why they hated on me
situation it seems
The only clue that I going is that promise of peace
Or the fact that I got talent
It’s a blessing to me
Gotta let my shine to be a blessing
with a good intent
Just to mess it up again
I know that I got a tendency to start and forget everything
Use all my time just to bury this project I was
Keep yo hands up out my pockets
Cause I'm shooting now
Got to keep niggas in check
Watch how I do it now
We don't live by rules
We shoot in
If I ever go broke ain't nobody really got me
Ima keep selling bags till the feds come and stop me
If they ever question me ion know what to say
Gotta
I had a dream i was rich
So I woke up and roll me a blunt
And went chase me A bag
Can't leave wit out fire
On church no lie
If he try like he high
He
H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto history
Chunk up the deuce, if you feeling me now
Body rocking shocking, on the damn Southside
We be
Boys bleeding blocks, on these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto history
Chunk up the deuce, if you feeling me now
Body rocking
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