Certain Things

Certain things you don't talk about, get ready

Take this bread, stack it, try not to get your head blasted

Keep your circle small, avoid the fed rackets

My man's high inside his house with like ten ratchets

No social media, that's who I send that shit

I'm on the phone with the bae, I'm like send that shit

Bro's old celly owns a block, I'm about to rent that shit

You can't hate on a man for putting food out

When you begging for a plate and your bitch is putting you out

And your op's got a new house, new car, and there you are

About to hit the block mad, trying to do more

But he who does the most, soon becomes a ghost

And the deadly situations help you figure out who you are

You told went home, came back on a new charge

They gon' stab you, you go to Christian service or Jumar

Caught you in the sally port, said they owed you a few more

Sixty days ad sake, majors told you to cool off

Told my tree plug I wish you grew more

He said I grew plenty, but I ain't fucking with anybody who move raw

People hating bro, that's just a rumor

I swear I don't fuck with that white girl, like Dr. Umar

In this life there's certain things you don't talk about

Just know the money's what it's all about

Cause over here, they walk em down and chalk em out

Certain things you don't talk about

So keep your fucking mouth shut homie

I gotta know, or you gotta go

Can you keep your mouth shut for me?

I gotta know, or you gotta go

Now if you get locked up, don't talk to jailhouse rodents

They use your words as a get out token

He got found dead with his mouth open

Cause when he got round feds, he was outspoken

You don't know nothing about motion

You ain't have coke in the drought, or folks in the south

You was close to the couch, sitting broke in your house

Then you backdoored your man and broke in his house

Y'all corny as shit, 40 and sick

You would think y'all would switch when maturity hit

Even when I was poor, I was morally rich