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Performed By: Just Jones
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Khalil Jones, Ron Banks




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Born and raised in the hood bitch I'm certified
Buss a jug everyday get the money right
F*ck these rap ass niggas they ain't never real
Man these cap ass niggas wasn't in the field
Really be with all thugs bitch I'm certified
I been hustling all day get the money right
Keep it lowkey nigga when I'm in the field
Im a trap ass nigga just to keep it real
Damnnn
They don't know what we had to do for these bands
Bring it back to the crib split it up with my fam
We made it happen
Shit can get tragic when you passin through the madness
Damnnnn
You don't know what we had to do for these bands
Bring it back to the hood split it up with my friends
Let my niggas have it
My niggas is savage with the static check the status
Oooo
We don't do no Falling out about a bitch
Oooo
Pockets got blue and it ain't counterfeit
I got niggas level four some of em got hit
You ain't never had to take a risk
Coulda been a hooper but my niggas started shooting
We ain't do no college we was in and out of juvie yea yea
Lil cuz caught a case least he graduated
Granny never knew it we was masked up
Gettin shoebox money like Calico
Niggas servin Cocaine Cocaine Cocaine
Cup full of drank no Kirkpatrick bangs
If I up it on the Gram then that's what I made today
F*ck the hate I been gettin cash money bitch I'm sorry for the wait
Dawg u should be embarrassed
How I got yo bitch staring
We came from walkin to ridin stollie now it's MacLarins
Don't try to test me niggas don't know me I be with felons
Stay out the way and keep yo mouth closed when they asking questions niggas be tellin
Born and raised in the hood bitch I'm certified
Buss a jug everyday get the money right
F*ck these rap ass niggas they ain't never real
Man these cap ass niggas wasn't in the field
Really be with all thugs bitch I'm certified
I been hustling all day get the money right
Keep it lowkey nigga when I'm in the field
Im a trap ass nigga just to keep it real
Damnnn
They don't know what we had to do for these bands
Bring it back to the crib split it up with my fam
We made it happen
Shit can get tragic when you passin through the madness
Damnnnn
You don't know what we had to do for these bands
Bring it back to the hood split it up with my friends
Let my niggas have it
My niggas is savage with the static check the status
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Born and raised in the hood bitch I'm certified
Buss a jug everyday get the money right
F*ck these rap ass niggas they ain't never real
Man these cap ass niggas wasn't in the field
Really be with all thugs bitch I'm certified
I been hustling all day get the money right
Keep it lowkey nigga when I'm in the field
Im a trap ass nigga just to keep it real
Damnnn
They don't know what we had to do for these bands
Bring it back to the crib split it up with my fam
We made it happen
Shit can get tragic when you passin through the madness
Damnnnn
You don't know what we had to do for these bands
Bring it back to the hood split it up with my friends
Let my niggas have it
My niggas is savage with the static check the status
Oooo
We don't do no Falling out about a bitch
Oooo
Pockets got blue and it ain't counterfeit
I got niggas level four some of em got hit
You ain't never had to take a risk
Coulda been a hooper but my niggas started shooting
We ain't do no college we was in and out of juvie yea yea
Lil cuz caught a case least he graduated
Granny never knew it we was masked up
Gettin shoebox money like Calico
Niggas servin Cocaine Cocaine Cocaine
Cup full of drank no Kirkpatrick bangs
If I up it on the Gram then that's what I made today
F*ck the hate I been gettin cash money bitch I'm sorry for the wait
Dawg u should be embarrassed
How I got yo bitch staring
We came from walkin to ridin stollie now it's MacLarins
Don't try to test me niggas don't know me I be with felons
Stay out the way and keep yo mouth closed when they asking questions niggas be tellin
Born and raised in the hood bitch I'm certified
Buss a jug everyday get the money right
F*ck these rap ass niggas they ain't never real
Man these cap ass niggas wasn't in the field
Really be with all thugs bitch I'm certified
I been hustling all day get the money right
Keep it lowkey nigga when I'm in the field
Im a trap ass nigga just to keep it real
Damnnn
They don't know what we had to do for these bands
Bring it back to the crib split it up with my fam
We made it happen
Shit can get tragic when you passin through the madness
Damnnnn
You don't know what we had to do for these bands
Bring it back to the hood split it up with my friends
Let my niggas have it
My niggas is savage with the static check the status
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Writer: Khalil Jones, Ron Banks
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