[Verse 1: Yung Bleu]
He put his life in words, shine brighter than jewels
To the point when you feeling stronger than Clase Azul
You niggas softer than pillows
Deep in the trenches where niggas whip it like Willow
Turn your wife to a widow, uh
This money tend to turn a real nigga to weirdos
My shit harder than dildos
I'm in drill mode, one-shot kill mode
'Fore this rap shit it was hard hats and steel toes
But I still rose
I'm at dinner up in Melrose (Hey)
With two bad bitches, rubbin' on my earlobes
We probably never rub elbows
He ain't in my salary cap
Niggas say they gеttin' money, but I'm callin' it cap (Hey, hey)
Oh, look what wе done
We took a bad situation and made it gravy
He got twenty years, it was drug-related
And he took the plea deal
That goes to show just how much the system hate us
How come nobody congratulate us?
We will make it out the slums (Uh)
And we come from duckin' hunnid round drums (Uh)
And the school system treat us like we dumb (Hey)
That's why I'm the hallway
Eighth grade, I was trappin' in the hallway (Uh yeah)
Yeah, I was just in puberty
I was tryna rule my whole community (Mm-hmm)
And do this rap shit for you and me (You and me)
Damn, I was on the "get the whole clique rich" (Clique)
You was on that "get rich quick shit" (Quick)
Hangin' with them niggas I ain't mix with (Mix)
Playin' both sides, be realistic (Uh)
How you not gon' get hit with that hit stick, nigga?
He put his life in words, shine brighter than jewels
To the point when you feeling stronger than Clase Azul
You niggas softer than pillows
Deep in the trenches where niggas whip it like Willow
Turn your wife to a widow, uh
This money tend to turn a real nigga to weirdos
My shit harder than dildos
I'm in drill mode, one-shot kill mode
'Fore this rap shit it was hard hats and steel toes
But I still rose
I'm at dinner up in Melrose (Hey)
With two bad bitches, rubbin' on my earlobes
We probably never rub elbows
He ain't in my salary cap
Niggas say they gеttin' money, but I'm callin' it cap (Hey, hey)
Oh, look what wе done
We took a bad situation and made it gravy
He got twenty years, it was drug-related
And he took the plea deal
That goes to show just how much the system hate us
How come nobody congratulate us?
We will make it out the slums (Uh)
And we come from duckin' hunnid round drums (Uh)
And the school system treat us like we dumb (Hey)
That's why I'm the hallway
Eighth grade, I was trappin' in the hallway (Uh yeah)
Yeah, I was just in puberty
I was tryna rule my whole community (Mm-hmm)
And do this rap shit for you and me (You and me)
Damn, I was on the "get the whole clique rich" (Clique)
You was on that "get rich quick shit" (Quick)
Hangin' with them niggas I ain't mix with (Mix)
Playin' both sides, be realistic (Uh)
How you not gon' get hit with that hit stick, nigga?
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