Backstreets DBangz (Ft. J.Norm)

[Intro]
P. Soul on the track

[Verse 1: J.Norm]
Yeah, check, uh
Play your position right
I got some niggas that's locked 'cause they ain't listen right
Fat boy, black boy, still pitchin' white
Whippin' pies in the mornin', I got my kitchen right
And it's the life, nigga, steady yo business
Do your dirt by yourself, you only state to your witness
Steady your fitness, kill shit, pray for forgiveness
They ain't that I'm pitchin', mob ties, they hate that I'm livin'
I gotta take some shit back, I swear I hate that I'm givin'
Middle finger to the haters, niggas hate that I'm spittin'
I'm on they fuckin' playlist, like play this
I ain't with the playlist, I'm respected on some J. shit
Been with the business niggas, why I never say shit
I just pull up on 'em with the burner then I spray shit
Shoot 'em from the neck up, the nigga just a face lift
Pulled up in a bus, a nigga pulled off in a spaceship
Check, gone

[Chorus: DBangz]
Look, seven Xans got me turnin' in my sleep
Still thinkin' 'bout my homies layin' six feet deep
Make sure to peep the company you keep
Or you'll be left dead with your temple leakin' thinkin', "Why me?"
Shit get real when you layin' with deceit
Better watch your surroundings 'fore you get cold feet
The devil watchin', ain't no time to retreat
Corner said we found another dead, layin' on the backstreets
Damn, homie layin' on the backstreets
Yeah, he was layin' on the backstreets
Pretty sad if you ask me
He was layin' on the backstreets