[Intro]
You know, what if Mid-City was- had a gang, and you know, was doin' this
Ain't gotta worry about me
[Chorus]
I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes
I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes
I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes
I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes
[Verse 1: Murs]
Y'all niggas sayin' I'm fake? Shit, I don't give a fuck
Went back to the hood, dusted off my Chucks
Stay out all night in the town where the khakis don't fit
And niggas don't wear their ball caps right
It's to the back, to the cack, however you wanna say it
My niggas bang the scene, but I don't fuck wit' it
But if it pop off while I'm there, I guess I'm stuck wit' it
On my way to the store this little nigga hit me up
I just looked at him crazy, "fool, you don't know me"
I used to serve sacks to your big, big homies
When wе was yo' age (Hah), shirt off, actin' silly
'bout to make the front pagе, no heat, no chunkums
Thinkin' to myself: one punch coulda sunk him
But I let it slide, tried to make some conversation
I just talked to your nigga up in Wayside
This little nigga drunk, still tryna hoop ride
One of the fools that knew me, pulled him to the side
Apologised, peace, and they was on they way
These little niggas out here done got carried away
I used to be a little like that back in the day
But now I'm tryna live large like Lufa Lufet
Ain't no future in set trippin', fightin' at the bus stop
Fuck it, I need a fade, so I bailed to the cut shop
Chris hooked me tight
So I went to the block to see what's poppin' for the night
I seen the black and white, damn, fuck CRASH!
And the neighbourhood watch for tryna kick us off the blocks
Sayin' all we do is slang, and throw up gang signs, but bitch!!
You know, what if Mid-City was- had a gang, and you know, was doin' this
Ain't gotta worry about me
[Chorus]
I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes
I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes
I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes
I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes
[Verse 1: Murs]
Y'all niggas sayin' I'm fake? Shit, I don't give a fuck
Went back to the hood, dusted off my Chucks
Stay out all night in the town where the khakis don't fit
And niggas don't wear their ball caps right
It's to the back, to the cack, however you wanna say it
My niggas bang the scene, but I don't fuck wit' it
But if it pop off while I'm there, I guess I'm stuck wit' it
On my way to the store this little nigga hit me up
I just looked at him crazy, "fool, you don't know me"
I used to serve sacks to your big, big homies
When wе was yo' age (Hah), shirt off, actin' silly
'bout to make the front pagе, no heat, no chunkums
Thinkin' to myself: one punch coulda sunk him
But I let it slide, tried to make some conversation
I just talked to your nigga up in Wayside
This little nigga drunk, still tryna hoop ride
One of the fools that knew me, pulled him to the side
Apologised, peace, and they was on they way
These little niggas out here done got carried away
I used to be a little like that back in the day
But now I'm tryna live large like Lufa Lufet
Ain't no future in set trippin', fightin' at the bus stop
Fuck it, I need a fade, so I bailed to the cut shop
Chris hooked me tight
So I went to the block to see what's poppin' for the night
I seen the black and white, damn, fuck CRASH!
And the neighbourhood watch for tryna kick us off the blocks
Sayin' all we do is slang, and throw up gang signs, but bitch!!
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