Lyrics
(Exclusive made it)
That's crazy, um
You know, dog pound was- (J Thrash On The Track)
That's a block from my granny crib, you know?
That's where I met BJ and them
Shout out the pound (ayo Bleu)
My heart was poundin', it's crazy as it's soundin'
Nigga I used to fuck wit' in the hood left me drownin'
Went to jail, ain't even have a bond, I gave him thousands
BM bitchin' over pics I liked, that shit was childish
Funeral homes and trial dates, nowadays, that shit be crowded
Postin' guns, them bitches ain't gettin' used, them niggas cowards
Niggas 'round the way just show they fake, them niggas sour
I be googlin' Von pics everyday, just check my browser
Bitches high as niggas nowadays, they fuck for hours now
The hoes ain't come outside back in the day, they fuck for thousands now
First they want the weed, then the lean, they want the powder now
One of my brothers popped too many pills, can't come around me high
When I was down, you wasn't on my side, can't come around me now
Thought you was slick, I seen that shit come from a thousand miles
I sat in the courtroom for a day, I seen a thousand trials, uh (uh, uh, uh)
And I'm around the same niggas who I started with
And I support the same hood who I started with
And I'ma stand on all ten who I'm startin' with
You proud of me
Me, I'm proud of you, them shorties proud to shoot
You a clown to me, you told me you never told, I went and found the truth
Chain drownin' me, I look at foenem wrist, look like they drownin' too
Street nigga had came to me with nothin', I gave him a pound or two
My heart was poundin', it's crazy as it's soundin'
Nigga I used to fuck wit' in the hood left me drownin'
Went to jail, ain't even have a bond, I gave him thousands
BM bitchin' over pics I liked, that shit was childish
Funeral homes and trial dates, nowadays, that shit be crowded
Postin' guns, them bitches ain't gettin' used, them niggas cowards
Niggas 'round the way just show they fake, them niggas sour
I be googlin' Von pics everyday, just check my browser