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Look, Hood jumping like the allys by the corner store
A-town thugging, get some money try buy a home
Blizzy on the tray, while I pour me up a cup of drank
They ain't know the pain, probably hit you with a verse again
Huh, and they ain't even gang
I'm laced up, stay tight with those who getting paid
Southside back to EA, that 45 for the relay
Been heavy on the grind so we ain't never stressed
Fact the free to roam, I heard a different kinda blessed
They don't understand
I'm bout whatever, all that pressure help you build a plan
Praying for my foes, cause they ain't do the same
Out here sticking to the code, cause they gon drop your name
Rap game like we shooting hoops
Yeah, cocaine how we slanging juice
Been always with the drama and the BS
Wake up, count this money, jam the PS
Forever with this shit
I put that on my life that we gon stack these chips
Eastside what up?
Ay what's up Lil Ken
Seven9 all the way to SA
Real gutta shit, you know what the fucks going on
It's that street pain, for real
We had to learn the harder way
And I still pray for better days
I made a way, moving that yay
Came from the bottom look at my safe
Look how it's shaped
Raising my real ones, cut off the snakes
Stacking the bank, stay in your lane
Free all the gang
I never changed, stuck in my ways
Putting in work, put em on shirts
Imma rehearse, shooting my shot
Stirring the pot, stashing the Glock
Run up the bag, run up the guap
Foot on the gas, nothing to lose
Got something to prove, till I'm in the news
Half a ten took me over shore, ran off on the plug
Bullets sharp, weigh about a gram, 300 buck
Underbelly keep the blade tucked, you can get touched
I don't fuck around with that fake shit, we don't talk tough
Dream chasing till I'm getting paid
Mama stressing, I feel her pain