[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Get up in that car, you might do a hundred years
Wasn't backin' down, I was facin' all my fears
I seen brody get that time, I was holdin' back them tears
They say fake love is blind, see it through these Cartiers
They gon' undermine us 'cause we come from broken homes
Room full of people but I'm feelin' all alone
Tryna make it with this rap, get some money off the road
Put my pain inside this music, this shit more than making songs
[Verse 1: ShooterGang Kony]
It's Cherry Klan and I'ma bury every scary nigga 'bout it, can't allow it
Said they finna blow when they see me, I highly doubt it
I looked at your chain for a minute, that bitch was cloudy
My nigga passed away, had to cope inside of the county
You talk about them guns like we won't play with it, I stay with it
You wouldn't last a day in these trenches, just stay away from it
Thuggin' every day in these trenches, come get a taste of it
Say that you a gunner, I'll spank his ass with the keda clip
Home is what we call the peewee in the hood regardless
The city know we got the key, but all y'all homies carless
Kony in this bitch, I get to cuttin' like a barber
Snakes inside the grass, I need a gardener, not a father
I'm the spark plug, I wouldn't start without the charger
In a Charger, if I crash it, drivin' reckless, they gon' charger her
I'ma rob the richest fan in here after the concert
I believe in God, is it a sin I put the guap first?
Get up in that car, you might do a hundred years
Wasn't backin' down, I was facin' all my fears
I seen brody get that time, I was holdin' back them tears
They say fake love is blind, see it through these Cartiers
They gon' undermine us 'cause we come from broken homes
Room full of people but I'm feelin' all alone
Tryna make it with this rap, get some money off the road
Put my pain inside this music, this shit more than making songs
[Verse 1: ShooterGang Kony]
It's Cherry Klan and I'ma bury every scary nigga 'bout it, can't allow it
Said they finna blow when they see me, I highly doubt it
I looked at your chain for a minute, that bitch was cloudy
My nigga passed away, had to cope inside of the county
You talk about them guns like we won't play with it, I stay with it
You wouldn't last a day in these trenches, just stay away from it
Thuggin' every day in these trenches, come get a taste of it
Say that you a gunner, I'll spank his ass with the keda clip
Home is what we call the peewee in the hood regardless
The city know we got the key, but all y'all homies carless
Kony in this bitch, I get to cuttin' like a barber
Snakes inside the grass, I need a gardener, not a father
I'm the spark plug, I wouldn't start without the charger
In a Charger, if I crash it, drivin' reckless, they gon' charger her
I'ma rob the richest fan in here after the concert
I believe in God, is it a sin I put the guap first?
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