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Put some juice on my water, I let the lean stand
Pop a Perc, clutchin' on this Glock that's in my right hand
Got a nigga watchin' out for dumb-time, I'm leanin'
And we gon' catch up with them busters we ain't fuckin' with
Sendin' shots at the sucker side, you be duckin' with
Still ain't never turned down no fades, I be runnin' shit
Just a little bust down fit that I'm joggin' in
Big Sad said that nigga a buster, he ain't loggin in
It's sad these niggas be strollin' in the county and be callin' in
Nigga got to talkin' out his neck, them reps can get it too
Thunder dorm Troop from MCJ down to Wayside
Nigga can't tell me I wasn't walkin' down that mainline
MCJ 4700, I'ma bang mine
Squabbled up, we thunder after showers on that mainline
Throwin' up that big ass Jungles I'ma die behind
Road runnin' still in the field, I'm out here paper chasin'
Mama looked me dead in the eye like, "Son you gone make it"
Same young niggas, yeah, we somethin' like the big 3
Still ain't update the resume, get away from me
Been down for too long yeah I want them greater things
I want big Benz and private jets but that ain't great to me
I rather fly my family out of state nigga worry-free
My niece asked me if I'm famous, I told her "probably"
Section 8 livin' with Moms strugglin' but she made it happen
Christmas comin' up, I want the J's, I should've stacked it
Duckin' dodgin' CRASH, hit the gates, shit I could've stashed it
Sometimes I think to myself I should've skipped them classes
Audubon hallways, we always used to get it brackin'
Teacher callin' Mom's phone like why your son always absent
She asked me where I been, in the streets tryin' to make it happen
I guess I'm seein' greater things, man I gotta have it
On the set, claimin' like its that
Then I'm that nigga
Chased him down, caught up he ran
He was a fat nigga
Leave the court, catch him in the tank
We gone max niggas
Runnin' four fades, roll them up
We gon pack niggas
Chillin' with my baby mamas
Playin' with my kids
Caught up in this life
I'm sendin' bitches straight to Fig'
That little niggas smoked
Can't speak on what we did
He was livin' like a hoe
And he died still a bitch
I dropped two perkies in my Fanta, it's just not enough
And you ain't tryin' to hop in here with gang cuz we got Glocks and stuff
Heart broke, watch me pour this pain inside my coffee cup
Jungle Stones and Gangsters to the top and you ain't stoppin' us
Smokin' Cookies and Wasabi, I'm with Big Sad
Plotted on Hundred Hundred, that's a big bag
Bossed up on my ex-bitch, now that bitch mad
I know y'all niggas nuttin' in her now I just slid pass
Crack it off and go straight to the hole
Buried my little nigga, that shit fucked with my soul
DP'in' niggas, how you troopin' with no code?
Comin' like 03, never bend, never fold
Chuck my fingers in the air, I throw gang signs
Boy you seen yellows, you ain't never seen that mainline
Suck my dick then she get to callin' you on FaceTime
Popped the Scrap up, he ain't trippin' he gone take mine
I walk in the dorm and peel, they like he banged out
The enemies hood's id tatted and they whacked out
Straight to that back for fades we gon' rack bunks
I took on five men for 1-on-1s, I'm five much
I ain't turnin' nothin' down Don't care if niggas sized up
It's a Baby Stone thing, tell them niggas that they time up
We the reason niggas got funerals to tend' to
We the reason all the opp's boos scared to come through
We the reason thar your hood dry, y'all scared to hang out
Like nigga you ain't us, he was in the bounty turnin' fades down
I asked about you
All your homies, they laugh about you
If you ain't never slid you can't stand around me
If you ain't fully active I can't do no song with you
My baby stones burnt, they turned the jungle to a zoo
August to the park, we gon' squabble we gon' shoot
We gonna slide and double back and kick your candles over too