Lyrics
Yeah, straight out the hood though
Them niggas out here fucked up
Weighin' them bags and shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Niggas sleepin' on air mattresses and shit (let me talk to 'em for a minute)
Harlem get the money
Let's go
I won't break the code
Young niggas tryin' not to die
We just pray that we get old
My niggas is gone
If they was not in the field
I won't put they name in a song
I been in the zone
Callin' my niggas from jail
Just prayin' they pick up the phone
Tried to get niggas to come get it with me
If they was too busy, I'll get it alone
Watch how you approach
Young nigga drunk in a Ghost
I'm blessed like I run with the Pope
If I'm on a yacht, got my gun on the boat
I'm not like you niggas, ain't wanna be broke
When it got cold, I wanted a coat
My uncle was trippin', he wanted some dope
I'm tryna be the richest lil' nigga you know
This paper get thrown, see who pick up the most
I was with killers, mama didn't know
This might be the realest shit I never wrote
I got it, just know it fit inside my coat
So many feelings spillin' out my soul
Ran outta product, we was dealin' soap
I'm just bein' modest, I can get it low
Don't care who the hottest, nigga, this is Loc
Pull up in Prada, probably with your ho
Straight out the trenches
Fresh off the benches
Slept with the tools
Slept with the wrenches
Might have to tighten a nigga up
Westside Madden Ave, what's up?
Dual pipes on the box Chevy
With them expired Georgia tags
If them lights get behind us
I'ma throw this ounce out and smash
All a nigga seen is yellow tape
Shells underneath them cones
What they callin' a crime scene
Ten feet from the school zone
By the time I copped that half