[Verse 1]
We was young rebels, renegade heavy, war ready
Niggas wanted our respect 'cause they old
I'ma get it on my own, I ain't one to mold
We like, "Why be under niggas when we know they hoes?"
Had they back out selling coke, man, I know they told
I ain't get enough supply and I oversold
We was posted with the siege 'til the cells came
Get the bundles out the fridge now I know they cold
I be all over the bread like provalone
I been balling so hard now my shoulder blown
Get it back, I'm in the trap house, overlong
All the Ziploc bags and the soda gone
Niggas go on missions, mindset on going home
Then they don't have no idea why it's going wrong
If you out here with the squad then be smart with 'em
Don't play no part in it, you ain't got your heart in it
Couple niggas killers on them prison yards with it
Shooting hammers in them cars with a broad in it
What you thought she was gon' do for ya?
Not time or support, nigga, she ain't waiting two for ya
She ain't come through on the books with the loot for ya
You go to trial, she won't even buy a suit for ya
Win or lose on that verdict, it's the finals nigga
Pick a bitch 'cause that jury ain't 'gon root for ya
We was young rebels, renegade heavy, war ready
Niggas wanted our respect 'cause they old
I'ma get it on my own, I ain't one to mold
We like, "Why be under niggas when we know they hoes?"
Had they back out selling coke, man, I know they told
I ain't get enough supply and I oversold
We was posted with the siege 'til the cells came
Get the bundles out the fridge now I know they cold
I be all over the bread like provalone
I been balling so hard now my shoulder blown
Get it back, I'm in the trap house, overlong
All the Ziploc bags and the soda gone
Niggas go on missions, mindset on going home
Then they don't have no idea why it's going wrong
If you out here with the squad then be smart with 'em
Don't play no part in it, you ain't got your heart in it
Couple niggas killers on them prison yards with it
Shooting hammers in them cars with a broad in it
What you thought she was gon' do for ya?
Not time or support, nigga, she ain't waiting two for ya
She ain't come through on the books with the loot for ya
You go to trial, she won't even buy a suit for ya
Win or lose on that verdict, it's the finals nigga
Pick a bitch 'cause that jury ain't 'gon root for ya
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