[Chorus: Booka600]
I'm with the gang, they won't leave me lonely
And this money, it won't leave me lonely
Went through the pain, I was left alone
Gang gang on my chain and stones
And if he reaches for his headstone
Then boy, swear to God, they head on
Gotta watch your back, they'll creep up on you
Got a little semi MAC with a lot up on it
Keep shit intact, don't let 'em run up on you
Don't put that gun up on you
[Verse 1: Lil Co]
Ride with that blicky, won't catch me down bad
Couple homies died, it had the hood sad
I ain't let that slide, bullets was flyin', I had 'em hauling ass
I just came home, went to the top, I got 'em all mad
Heard them niggas plottin', said they gon' kill me, catch me down bad
In the streets on my lonely, shit look good, but really all bad
Say I been showin' too much love, the devil ain't givin' niggas free pass
Shawty be mad, she love the feeling of blow up the repass
Got so much anger built inside, bring up the speed bag
Niggas think I can show 'em 'cause I'm gettin' money, shit, I need that
Tryna let these streets go the rock, they like, "Where the weed at?"
I ain't on the block no more, I ain't slingin' rock no more
I'm with the gang, they won't leave me lonely
And this money, it won't leave me lonely
Went through the pain, I was left alone
Gang gang on my chain and stones
And if he reaches for his headstone
Then boy, swear to God, they head on
Gotta watch your back, they'll creep up on you
Got a little semi MAC with a lot up on it
Keep shit intact, don't let 'em run up on you
Don't put that gun up on you
[Verse 1: Lil Co]
Ride with that blicky, won't catch me down bad
Couple homies died, it had the hood sad
I ain't let that slide, bullets was flyin', I had 'em hauling ass
I just came home, went to the top, I got 'em all mad
Heard them niggas plottin', said they gon' kill me, catch me down bad
In the streets on my lonely, shit look good, but really all bad
Say I been showin' too much love, the devil ain't givin' niggas free pass
Shawty be mad, she love the feeling of blow up the repass
Got so much anger built inside, bring up the speed bag
Niggas think I can show 'em 'cause I'm gettin' money, shit, I need that
Tryna let these streets go the rock, they like, "Where the weed at?"
I ain't on the block no more, I ain't slingin' rock no more
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