[Verse 1]
Them niggas act like they don't need us
They do everything we doing, they wanna be us (Yeah)
Foenem takin' ecstasy, they tryna T up
He rather go and blow a bag instead of re-up
You wasn't on that block when that shit was goin' on
I wasn't worried about the other side when that shit was goin' on (Yeah)
And we don't hang with different niggas, don't ask us what we on
The only time we'll beat the case, you pull out camera phones
I used to draw Lil' Mo name on the styrofoam
I had to teach the grown niggas right from wrong
Why the state had told the jury they tryna indict us all?
The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign 'em all, hmm
I had a bad bitch off the 'Gram, she let her titties hang (Okay)
She told Bandz I bought her a Birkin, I told her anything
I was ridin' 'round with guns in that Bentley thang
We puttin' stickers on our drums, that's a city thang
I hate the niggas who be tryna switch the block up
I be with them killers who would change a nigga roster
I'm from the part of the city watch your partner
You ain't did shit to the same nigga who shot ya (Nothin')
'Fore you leave that door, gotta pick your Glock up
Can't nut in no more whores, I got that from my mama
I'm shuttin' down the stores, do that with these commas
They had me at my lowest, I'm ridin' 'round with choppers
Them niggas act like they don't need us
They do everything we doing, they wanna be us (Yeah)
Foenem takin' ecstasy, they tryna T up
He rather go and blow a bag instead of re-up
You wasn't on that block when that shit was goin' on
I wasn't worried about the other side when that shit was goin' on (Yeah)
And we don't hang with different niggas, don't ask us what we on
The only time we'll beat the case, you pull out camera phones
I used to draw Lil' Mo name on the styrofoam
I had to teach the grown niggas right from wrong
Why the state had told the jury they tryna indict us all?
The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign 'em all, hmm
I had a bad bitch off the 'Gram, she let her titties hang (Okay)
She told Bandz I bought her a Birkin, I told her anything
I was ridin' 'round with guns in that Bentley thang
We puttin' stickers on our drums, that's a city thang
I hate the niggas who be tryna switch the block up
I be with them killers who would change a nigga roster
I'm from the part of the city watch your partner
You ain't did shit to the same nigga who shot ya (Nothin')
'Fore you leave that door, gotta pick your Glock up
Can't nut in no more whores, I got that from my mama
I'm shuttin' down the stores, do that with these commas
They had me at my lowest, I'm ridin' 'round with choppers
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