In Vain G Perico
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[Chorus]
I hope I ain't around when they raid
The block so hot, I know they comin' any day
All the shit that I done did for the gang
Hope the homies don't make me feel like I did it in vain
I hope I ain't around when they raid
The block so hot, I know they comin' any day
All the shit that I done did for the gang
Hope the homies don't make me feel like I did it in vain
[Verse 1]
Ten toes down with the chin up
I was on the yard, buffin' hard, doin' chin-ups
Me and Duke grind on the block, they came to get us
Nigga flushed everything but the pistol
Wе was livin' fast, spending money evеn faster
Every time we made a hundred grand it never lasted
Shoppin' at Barney's and Fred Siegel
The homeboy pulled up in a red Regal
I see dead people every time I close my eyes and dream
Pull him out the duffel, to the money machine
Street life made me an entrepreneur
Started at the bottom so we got it out the store
The block on fire but we still got 'em comin'
Niggas from the other side comin' through bustin'
This rap game just like the dope game
Every tape that I make is like a raw brick of cocaine
I hope I ain't around when they raid
The block so hot, I know they comin' any day
All the shit that I done did for the gang
Hope the homies don't make me feel like I did it in vain
I hope I ain't around when they raid
The block so hot, I know they comin' any day
All the shit that I done did for the gang
Hope the homies don't make me feel like I did it in vain
[Verse 1]
Ten toes down with the chin up
I was on the yard, buffin' hard, doin' chin-ups
Me and Duke grind on the block, they came to get us
Nigga flushed everything but the pistol
Wе was livin' fast, spending money evеn faster
Every time we made a hundred grand it never lasted
Shoppin' at Barney's and Fred Siegel
The homeboy pulled up in a red Regal
I see dead people every time I close my eyes and dream
Pull him out the duffel, to the money machine
Street life made me an entrepreneur
Started at the bottom so we got it out the store
The block on fire but we still got 'em comin'
Niggas from the other side comin' through bustin'
This rap game just like the dope game
Every tape that I make is like a raw brick of cocaine
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