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Free the guys, Long live the guys (3800 shit)
Aye, I wanna know what's the big deal?
Never gon' laugh at a nigga when he at the bottom I know how that shit feel
We ain't tryna fake it for none of these rappers or singers, we keepin' this shit real
And yeah, I'm a rapper, but ain't no security with me, I'm swingin' this bitch still
Listen, I'm swingin' this bitch still Aye
After we jumped off the porch, bro caught a B, I wish niggas ain't show up to court
I was in the studio, spendin' my last on tracks, they wasn't even showin' support
One of them ones that do what I want in the hood, these niggas, they know it for sure
Ike in a scat got two bad bitches in the back, and he keepin' it rollin' in sport
I don't know why, why they keep comin' to the block, throwin' threes? they don't even know WA
You ain't really from my block, don't scream no 38 shit, we ain't got no ties
You ain't never walk up, hit a nigga right in the shit, have him yellin' out screaming Oh God
I was tryna hang out the wheel with the stick, but I'm like naw fuck it, I'ma let bro drive
Mom like one fight, then we all fight
Naw Mom one blow, then we all blow
I don't really think niggas wan fight, so we all strapped up, it's a war zone
Never know if you gon' make it back home
Don't call bout a drill, they tap phones
Get busy ain't making no rap songs, Slim was my heart & lil Wa was my backbone Aye
Too many fools involved, lately I'm chillin, my mood been off Aye
I'm not your boo at all, just tell me how much that coochie cost Aye
Bitches be holding me up, I'm losin' my focus, I'm not really focused enough
Ike in a scat got two bad bitches in the back, and we sayin' whatever to fuck
Op try spendin' the block when I ain't have my hot, and I'm doin' whatever to duck
Really could do what we want, walk in where we want, them niggas ain't heavy enough
Really was high when I lifted that shit right in his face couldn't hold that bitch steady enough
Gotta be high if you think we don't spin for the guys, we doin' whatever to bump
All of the things that I seen, either gon' make you a trapper or make you a fiend
Either a rapper or either you sing, either a queen or either a king
Whatever you doin, you choose
Although it's rules, some niggas breakin' the rules, wearin' the fakest of jewels
And when they get hungry, they plottin' to take all your food
I gotta make some moves, I won't be out here just frauding and thinkin' it's cool
Don't wanna end up like none of you dudes, I'm tryna count up a hundred or two
I really seen what the money'll do
Niggas start actin' real funny and new
Niggas start actin' real funny and new
Niggas start actin' real funny and look
All of the capping be real
Think we the clappers, we really clappin' for real
We really hop out to kill
Stand over top, then we jumpin' right back in the wheel
My brother got killed, was tryna chill but now, I just jump back in the field
Don't wanna hang with no niggas that steal
Go down the O and I link up with Quil like
I wanna know what's the big deal?
I'm never gon' laugh at a nigga when he at the bottom I know how that shit feel
We ain't tryna fake it for none of these rappers or singers we keepin' this shit real
And yeah, I'm a rapper, but ain't no security with me I'm swingin' this bitch still
Listen I'm swingin' this bitch still Aye
After we jumped off the porch, Bro caught a B I wish niggas ain't show up to court
I was in the studio spendin' my last on tracks
They wasn't even showin' support!
One of them ones that do what I want in the hood these niggas they know it for sure
Ike in a scat got two bad bitches in the back and he keepin' it rollin' in the sport