[Intro]
Don't say a word
[Verse 1: C. Ray]
Everybody on the ground, I don’t side from any of you niggas
Underrated like Apollo Brown
Grab 'em by the pussy like a penny when I'm pinching
Set ’em up and knock 'em down, I don't need a pen
I'm in the lane, I'm independent
Lookin' for the crown, they said they got it
But I see they wasn't able to defend it
Hit a piece, I really can't believe it
I be trying to watch a movie with the youth
I don’t get to see ’em all the time
I got no time, a nigga do be in the booth
I be sick of hearin' ’bout to ratchet that you hired like you really finna shoot
I be out in town, I run around
I come up back into my city with the loot
Treading through the muddy waters in a pair of trunks
And a backpack strap and I'm walking through the crip
And hella faded, barely made it, hit the bed
And I would black in and fuck out
Fed up, running like a bus route, man I really gotta knack for this
[?] killing me
And I don't wanna wonder if I may step off on a mad trooper
So I gotta tone it down even though we're heavy with the pain
Just a little, take a nigga slap a nigga silly
But they really wanna play like a fiddle
I’ve been holding back the whole time when I done 'em all
Gon' make me tip the gas out then I bury
Everybody beep in a world where you beep till you blackout
Don't say a word
[Verse 1: C. Ray]
Everybody on the ground, I don’t side from any of you niggas
Underrated like Apollo Brown
Grab 'em by the pussy like a penny when I'm pinching
Set ’em up and knock 'em down, I don't need a pen
I'm in the lane, I'm independent
Lookin' for the crown, they said they got it
But I see they wasn't able to defend it
Hit a piece, I really can't believe it
I be trying to watch a movie with the youth
I don’t get to see ’em all the time
I got no time, a nigga do be in the booth
I be sick of hearin' ’bout to ratchet that you hired like you really finna shoot
I be out in town, I run around
I come up back into my city with the loot
Treading through the muddy waters in a pair of trunks
And a backpack strap and I'm walking through the crip
And hella faded, barely made it, hit the bed
And I would black in and fuck out
Fed up, running like a bus route, man I really gotta knack for this
[?] killing me
And I don't wanna wonder if I may step off on a mad trooper
So I gotta tone it down even though we're heavy with the pain
Just a little, take a nigga slap a nigga silly
But they really wanna play like a fiddle
I’ve been holding back the whole time when I done 'em all
Gon' make me tip the gas out then I bury
Everybody beep in a world where you beep till you blackout
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