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Told my mama watch this imma be up
These niggas can't beat me they gon' have to team up
Even when bliccing you know imma sit up
Money on chest and I used to do sit ups
Sipping that wok I be sipping that syrup
Come from the south I be rolling with killers
Look in our eyes we tatted with tears
Look in their eyes they filled up with fear
I be overly looking and think to myself is there good in this world
My Uncle be helping he always been teaching there's more than money and drugs
More than money and girls
Keep it a buck with yourself
Keep me some paper like books on a shelf
Crack through your ego will find you some wealth
Crack through these bullets you waving at death
Not fucking with crack I be cooking like meth
I'm never Gon' crack I'm valley to death
I count up the stack then go back to bed
I come from the south see the scars on my head
I been through a lot see the scars on my heart
Bitches mad I don't trust any bitch
Niggas they mad that I'm tryna get rich
Took a L now I'm picking up wins
Told my mama watch this imma be up
These niggas can't beat they gon' have to team up
Even when bliccing you know imma sit up
Money on chest and I used to do sit ups
Sipping that wok I be sipping that syrup
Come from the south I be rolling w killers
Look in our eyes we tatted w tears
Look in their eyes they filled up w fear
Not from the city I keep me a choppa inside of my tractor
Used to push hella weight from the south all the way to the plug in Langata
Meet Gor and the rest of the bruddas
From the smell you can tell undercovers
With my girl only time undercovers
They digging my style with no shovel
Drive like a Chaffuer, shuffle the cards imma still get my queen
Her diamonds is pink, her king got the beam
Buma the chemist, yeah he got the lean
Pray like he Buddha when he got the beam
Word to my niggas boy he never miss
Give me top under LEDs gave her beats said what bout these
Fill her bag with hella cheese
I own this shit said fuck a lease
Grew out the street so I use that at least
Tailored my suits so I now say capiche
I'm finna gonna go run it like voi capiche
Don't fuck with 12 I'm like fuck da police
I told her she pretty like boy pa lease
My heart almost broke when my Js got the crease
Back at the swings like Joey and Steeze
Always in vests but tricks up my sleeve
Uh uh sticks up my sleeve
Finding my niche when it come to this music
Under my threads an uzi
Like Mer they call me de mbuzi
Picked the top no need to be choosy
Told my mama watch this imma be up
These niggas can't beat me they gon' have to team up
Even when bliccing you know imma sit up
Money on chest and I used to do sit ups
Sipping that wok I be sipping that syrup
Come from the south I be rolling with killers
Look in our eyes we tatted with tears
Look in their eyes they filled up with fear
On Gang