[Intro]
Ay, ay, fuckin' oath
Ay, fuckin' oath
Ay, ay, ay
[Verse 1: Huskii]
I'm still rackin' Polo and Tommy
Still fuck your ho with no dommy
Still droppin' O's off in Commies
Still rep the Gong, people round here they know I ain't from here
Still 201 til the death for my donnies
Still got the bricks even tho I ain't on it
Still rep the squad like they wanted
Never forget where I come from, I promise
Mangerton, 2-5-double-0
Who dialed up the phone?
Blue lights, triple 0
People line up and go
Pilin' fits on the road
Havin' fits on the road
Havin' kids and leave 'em rogue
Soup kitchen for the rows
Thirteen, watch 'em blow
Sellin' sticks tryna blow
Sixteen, I got some blow
Sellin' bricks on the low
Brother told me keep it low
I was tryna sleep with hoes
Cops got me with a load
Done jail never told
Come back writin' raps
Fuck, this trappin's gettin' old
But these packets gettin' sold
I've been stackin' for a home
Fuck your album goin' gold
Sometimes I lose control
But this rappin's in my soul
But this trappin's in my genes
Keep pushin', never fold
Box slasher in my jeans
Piece in the Louis V
I've been tryna keep the peace
But these people tryna beef
I got my beef with police
Too many Z's in a bag, but I still don't ever get to sleep
Ay, ay, fuckin' oath
Ay, fuckin' oath
Ay, ay, ay
[Verse 1: Huskii]
I'm still rackin' Polo and Tommy
Still fuck your ho with no dommy
Still droppin' O's off in Commies
Still rep the Gong, people round here they know I ain't from here
Still 201 til the death for my donnies
Still got the bricks even tho I ain't on it
Still rep the squad like they wanted
Never forget where I come from, I promise
Mangerton, 2-5-double-0
Who dialed up the phone?
Blue lights, triple 0
People line up and go
Pilin' fits on the road
Havin' fits on the road
Havin' kids and leave 'em rogue
Soup kitchen for the rows
Thirteen, watch 'em blow
Sellin' sticks tryna blow
Sixteen, I got some blow
Sellin' bricks on the low
Brother told me keep it low
I was tryna sleep with hoes
Cops got me with a load
Done jail never told
Come back writin' raps
Fuck, this trappin's gettin' old
But these packets gettin' sold
I've been stackin' for a home
Fuck your album goin' gold
Sometimes I lose control
But this rappin's in my soul
But this trappin's in my genes
Keep pushin', never fold
Box slasher in my jeans
Piece in the Louis V
I've been tryna keep the peace
But these people tryna beef
I got my beef with police
Too many Z's in a bag, but I still don't ever get to sleep
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