She might get killed, he might get hit up
In my section, we keep sticks for safety
It's on our bed, boy, if you try to play me
Inside my hood, we still dope to make it
I pray to God, I just hope you make it
We put switches on the back of the Glocks for them opps
But it's quarter-caliber to make how we brought it out the box
I told my father, ain't got nobody, he said, it's lonely at the top
I told him, my nigga, that's real
I'm gon' keep my head in the box, I'm gon' focus
How many kids you got to feed, gangsta, I feel you, nigga
Trapped out in the spot house with them bankers, cause it's real, nigga
It's hard, but make it through, I know you will, nigga
Let them talk behind your back, you gon' come up and that I feel, nigga
Grandma say, baby, all you need is faith as a monster, see
I say, grandma, yeah, yeah, yeah
My faith bigger than a watermelon or a peach, yeah, yeah
You play me, you play me, you play me

You like a hobo, nighttime, man's down and I'll come out, that's how we raise
This only day, push it and graze, just tell it to you now
He gon' wait outside, boom, and take your face
How the * you gon' comment on me at the top? I earned it and I made it
In my station, we keep sticks for safety
And turn out bad boy if you try to play me
Inside my hood, we set dope to make it
I pray to God, I just hope you make it
We put switches on the back of the Glocks for them opps
But it's quarter-caliber to make how we brought it out the box
I told my father, ain't got nobody, he said, it's lonely at the top
I told him, my nigga, that's real
I'm gon' keep my head in the box, I'm gon' focus
Instead of getting my head dirty, I'm getting loaded
Extra money straight off the lotto by a load
I said, my mama got a Glock, I got a 4-5 by the couch
You come in here, better be on it
With all this money, yeah
Taking care to hold my sight, if not, even they killing me
Take those sticks, we load them right and rid all our enemies
Selling birthdays like a young nigga got them for 10 to keep
I'm made out of concrete, it'll stay, it ain't no enemy
We've been flashing out with these Glocks
Yeah, it's true, it's true, it's true
12 murders with them, pulled off in 12 months, yeah
Pussy niggas with all this thang gon' end up dead
They gon' find you with a bullet shot straight to your head
We've been flashing out with these Glocks
Yeah, 12 murders with them, pulled off in 12 months, yeah
Pussy niggas with all this thang gon' end up dead
They gon' find you with a bullet shot straight to your head
And I know for me, it's the same
It's on our bed, boy, if you try to play me
Inside my hood, we sent dope to make
I pray to God, I just hope you make it
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