Lyrics
Get away from people that's in your life that ain't doin' nothin'
Get away from people in your life that's hatin'
Get away from your family members ain't ever followed they dreams
Get away from your family members ain't
Never been nowhere but to the family reunion
Ain't never been to a beach, get away from 'em
Sometimes God will put an enemy in your life to keep you stirred up
Behind your back, you'll be surprised what they tryin' to do
Walk in the church and hug your mama like they never knew
Go against the grain, beef with the guys is somethin' I never do
But we livin' in the era of the alley-oop
Back door alley-oop, set up that alley-oop
Slam dunk a nigga off the glass, they ain't gotta shoot
Back door alley-oop, set up that alley-oop
Put you on a platter, all that friend shit don't matter
Yeah, all the love gone and the streets ain't got no loyalty
That's why I move alone, step over bullshit that's under me
I used to be the underdog, stomach hurt from hunger, dawg
Had plenty chances, I never got down on none of y'all
Quick to cross your nigga out when you is in the hole
He was the first to help dig you out, don't act like you don't know
Yeah, bitches get set up
Better stay on point if you got your bread up
They want you to take a nap, they already made they bed up
Kidnappings happen like Uncle Ice when you trappin'
Cut off a finger to let you know that they not cappin'
Life in the hood, be good as sports or make it rappin'
'Cause the streets burnt out, they not a hundred, make you rock 'em
Behind your back, you'll be surprised what they tryin' to do
Walk in the church and hug your mama like they never knew
Go against the grain, beef with the guys is somethin' I never do
But we livin' in the era of the alley-oop
Back door alley-oop, set up that alley-oop
Slam dunk a nigga off the glass, they ain't gotta shoot
Back door alley-oop, set up that alley-oop
Put you on a platter, all that friend shit don't matter
Okay, you see me when I'm rollin' through
Might burn a blunt or two
I ain't never been the fool
Watch who you talkin' to
She was tannin' by the pool
Lookin' so booty-ful
Puffin' on this tutti-frutti
But it hit like a brute
Ready, set, aim, shoot
I shoot it like a hoop
I wish he would like I'm Groot
Bitch, and that's the truth
You niggas lackin' proper proof
You's a fuckin' goof
I pull up and take a tooth and pour a triple deuce
No, this ain't my main bitch, we just in cahoots
She said, "I don't suck and tell, what you tryna do?"
But I know good and damn well she gon' tell a few
I ain't mean to kill him, but he died in the alley-oops
Behind your back, you'll be surprised what they tryin' to do
Walk in the church and hug your mama like they never knew
Go against the grain, beef with the guys is somethin' I never do
But we livin' in the era of the alley-oop
Back door alley-oop, set up that alley-oop
Slam dunk a nigga off the glass, they ain't gotta shoot
Back door alley-oop, set up that alley-oop
Put you on a platter, all that friend shit don't matter
All that friend shit don't matter
All that—, all, all that
All that friend shit don't matter
All that friend shit don't matter
All that—, all that—, all that
All that friend shit don't matter
All that—, all that—, all that
All that friend, friend shit don't matter