| Y’all ain’t getting in way this money
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| Y’all ain’t getting in way this dope
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| Y’all ain’t getting in way my family
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| Y’all ain’t getting in way my bro
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| They shot my bro bro’s baby in the fucking head
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| You’re lucky that they took you to the fucking feds
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| Cause any my niggas see you nigga you’re fucking dead
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| Its so hot in my hood that I don’t even took my shit
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| Now my bro bro fatal walk round with a fucking vest
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| Cause my niggas from my block don’t really fuck with him
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| And we all on the same game don’t make no fucking sense
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| My Baltimore blood niggas fucking with the fucking crips
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| Beating cops and busting shit, but us niggas is fucking dicks
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| We let these races through where ever and we hunt ourselves
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| Most my niggas is some killers and a couple pimps
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| So that PTSD shit it really fuck with them
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| But Y’all ain’t getting in way this money
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| Y’all ain’t getting in way this dope
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| Y’all ain’t getting in way my family
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| Y’all ain’t getting in way my bros
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| I touch down this morning off the plane
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| I really got them calls, said the hood just think the same
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| No respect in these streets, niggas don’t live where they claim
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| No more owns a single piece of land but us niggas still bang
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| And we carrying them things, and these things ain’t by in vain
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| These little niggas ain’t got no aim then 34 off they gon hit something
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| Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah
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| I got the town on my back im surrounded by straps and went deep in my crib
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| cause I write it like that
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| One deep let it rain when im cloudy like that
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| Y’all ain’t getting in way this dope
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| Y’all ain’t getting in way my family
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| Y’all ain’t getting in way my bros
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| But Y’all ain’t getting in way this money
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| Y’all ain’t getting in way this dope
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| Y’all ain’t getting in way my family
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| Y’all ain’t getting in way my bros |