[Intro]
Two-way, duece, siete
It's ConCreatures, 227, where we at with it?
Hellblock, hully-gully, Mafia, what else?
Uh-uh, uh
[Verse 1]
227, Concrete, we get them bricks gone
On 4th and Long, we still get 'em in the end zone
Last month, I threw away like ten flip phones
I've been shot at, I've been set up, I've been backstabbed and snitched on
Real leery of these niggas, all I hear is Siri
Giving me directions through the town way down in Missouri
I know, the Bureau know, we the reason for your mural
Investigating me for bodies and I'm talkin' plural
Duckin' New York undercovers and now Miami Vice
My lil' niggas out here thuggin', bustin' heads for stripes
Insane in the membrane, they out they fucking rabid
Cut from a whole different cloth, whole 'nother fabric
Sig Sauer switch gang, them boys with the static
Written in blood, permanent ink, I had to get it tatted
Pull up, let off a movie clip, leave yo' block cinematic
That drank like two-fifty a line, got some expensive habits
Let's get it
[Chorus]
Tell whoever lookin' for me I'm somewhere stuck in traffic
Start levelin' up in the streets soon as I cut the baggage
They tryna cut corners and cheat but ain't no buddy passes
But they remember me back when they wasn't cashin'
'Cause I was havin' shit my way when niggas wasn't havin'
Two-way, duece, siete
It's ConCreatures, 227, where we at with it?
Hellblock, hully-gully, Mafia, what else?
Uh-uh, uh
[Verse 1]
227, Concrete, we get them bricks gone
On 4th and Long, we still get 'em in the end zone
Last month, I threw away like ten flip phones
I've been shot at, I've been set up, I've been backstabbed and snitched on
Real leery of these niggas, all I hear is Siri
Giving me directions through the town way down in Missouri
I know, the Bureau know, we the reason for your mural
Investigating me for bodies and I'm talkin' plural
Duckin' New York undercovers and now Miami Vice
My lil' niggas out here thuggin', bustin' heads for stripes
Insane in the membrane, they out they fucking rabid
Cut from a whole different cloth, whole 'nother fabric
Sig Sauer switch gang, them boys with the static
Written in blood, permanent ink, I had to get it tatted
Pull up, let off a movie clip, leave yo' block cinematic
That drank like two-fifty a line, got some expensive habits
Let's get it
[Chorus]
Tell whoever lookin' for me I'm somewhere stuck in traffic
Start levelin' up in the streets soon as I cut the baggage
They tryna cut corners and cheat but ain't no buddy passes
But they remember me back when they wasn't cashin'
'Cause I was havin' shit my way when niggas wasn't havin'
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