[Intro]
JTK
Yo, Ayo
[Chorus]
Real niggas is a dyin' breed, but I’m still maintaining
Made it out the hood, I still pop out on some gang shit
My day one niggas, them the niggas that I came with
Ain't no big homies, we just reckless gangbanging
Don't get caught in the mix ’cause this shit is very dangerous
Guess you want some clout, we gon' really make you famous
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, i8, watch me lane switch
If you ain't talkin' money, nigga, you don't speak my language
[Verse 1]
We grew up playin' cops and robbers, I was never 12
They tried to warn us like we gon' see them Heaven gates or jail
Free ManMan, fuck the law, just got his letter in the mail
Eyeballing the work, this shit don't ever touch a scale
Was fighting petty cases, I couldn’t even pay my bail
Now it’s thirty on my wrist, I paid a stack for these Chanels
I drew up a new game plan and bounced back from them L's
Made it through the storm, they ain’t think that I was gon' prevail
Glock up on my hip and this bitch got thirty shells
Just look at us, we lost it, pussy nigga, can't you tell?
Lil Wooski lost his brothers, he gon' give them niggas hell
Leave ’em on the ground leakin' out, skin turning pale
JTK
Yo, Ayo
[Chorus]
Real niggas is a dyin' breed, but I’m still maintaining
Made it out the hood, I still pop out on some gang shit
My day one niggas, them the niggas that I came with
Ain't no big homies, we just reckless gangbanging
Don't get caught in the mix ’cause this shit is very dangerous
Guess you want some clout, we gon' really make you famous
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, i8, watch me lane switch
If you ain't talkin' money, nigga, you don't speak my language
[Verse 1]
We grew up playin' cops and robbers, I was never 12
They tried to warn us like we gon' see them Heaven gates or jail
Free ManMan, fuck the law, just got his letter in the mail
Eyeballing the work, this shit don't ever touch a scale
Was fighting petty cases, I couldn’t even pay my bail
Now it’s thirty on my wrist, I paid a stack for these Chanels
I drew up a new game plan and bounced back from them L's
Made it through the storm, they ain’t think that I was gon' prevail
Glock up on my hip and this bitch got thirty shells
Just look at us, we lost it, pussy nigga, can't you tell?
Lil Wooski lost his brothers, he gon' give them niggas hell
Leave ’em on the ground leakin' out, skin turning pale
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