Yeah me and my niggas had that work out
So much traffic in and out
You would think I had a sign on me
Opposition tried to ride on me
But I ain't moving from my spot I got that fire on me
Yeah
Straight out them trenches know every fiend in my district
I show them love when they cop cause they kept food in my kitchen
Conduct business show no love to these bitches
Watch your back and stand clear from these f*ck niggas
It's a thin line
They say they love you but really hate you in secret
My first offense ain't fall through my lawyer really play defense
Lil homie lost his life in that sequence
Even family do you dirty when that paper not even
I was told to keep my friends at a distance
I listened
Cause if I can't trust them then it's f*ck em
But at the same time, we was taught to keep our enemies closer
Cause if they in your arms reach you can touch em
Bang no hands
Came up in the 90s
I was raised off them slow Jams
Me and my three sisters
F*ck with em we gon throw hands
Fast forward 2010 I got money to spend
I told them girls that I loved em then go f*ck on they friends
All white S5 We pulled up in that benz
Backseat full of hoes Tell em come out they clothes
Same bitches on the net with all that cap in they status
Same bitches was in the building giving neck on my mattress
Project baby
We struggled just to live below average
Life was crazy in the hood but we learned how to manage
Young nigga think he really a savage
Got no clue that for the rest of his life
He'll be assessing that damage
I got scars from my childhood I'll never forget
Seen some devilish shit
Them niggas spin and come back
On some revenant shit
I watched my neighbor hang himself I was 11 and shit
Man that's as real as it gets
Lost the homie I was post traumatic
Retaliation that was automatic
They feel entitled we gon let em have it
Out there on that curb popping pills to his memory
Bottle in my hand like if I die who gon remember me
I never dealt with bullshit always moved off energy
You niggas ain't who you pretend to be
Yea
I'll stand aside while that wack shit go on
Cause I already had my turn
But the trap lives on
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Yeah me and my niggas had that work out
So much traffic in and out
You would think I had a sign on me
Opposition tried to ride on me
But I ain't moving from my spot I got that fire on me
Yeah
Straight out them trenches know every fiend in my district
I show them love when they cop cause they kept food in my kitchen
Conduct business show no love to these bitches
Watch your back and stand clear from these f*ck niggas
It's a thin line
They say they love you but really hate you in secret
My first offense ain't fall through my lawyer really play defense
Lil homie lost his life in that sequence
Even family do you dirty when that paper not even
I was told to keep my friends at a distance
I listened
Cause if I can't trust them then it's f*ck em
But at the same time, we was taught to keep our enemies closer
Cause if they in your arms reach you can touch em
Bang no hands
Came up in the 90s
I was raised off them slow Jams
Me and my three sisters
F*ck with em we gon throw hands
Fast forward 2010 I got money to spend
I told them girls that I loved em then go f*ck on they friends
All white S5 We pulled up in that benz
Backseat full of hoes Tell em come out they clothes
Same bitches on the net with all that cap in they status
Same bitches was in the building giving neck on my mattress
Project baby
We struggled just to live below average
Life was crazy in the hood but we learned how to manage
Young nigga think he really a savage
Got no clue that for the rest of his life
He'll be assessing that damage
I got scars from my childhood I'll never forget
Seen some devilish shit
Them niggas spin and come back
On some revenant shit
I watched my neighbor hang himself I was 11 and shit
Man that's as real as it gets
Lost the homie I was post traumatic
Retaliation that was automatic
They feel entitled we gon let em have it
Out there on that curb popping pills to his memory
Bottle in my hand like if I die who gon remember me
I never dealt with bullshit always moved off energy
You niggas ain't who you pretend to be
Yea
I'll stand aside while that wack shit go on
Cause I already had my turn
But the trap lives on
So much traffic in and out
You would think I had a sign on me
Opposition tried to ride on me
But I ain't moving from my spot I got that fire on me
Yeah
Straight out them trenches know every fiend in my district
I show them love when they cop cause they kept food in my kitchen
Conduct business show no love to these bitches
Watch your back and stand clear from these f*ck niggas
It's a thin line
They say they love you but really hate you in secret
My first offense ain't fall through my lawyer really play defense
Lil homie lost his life in that sequence
Even family do you dirty when that paper not even
I was told to keep my friends at a distance
I listened
Cause if I can't trust them then it's f*ck em
But at the same time, we was taught to keep our enemies closer
Cause if they in your arms reach you can touch em
Bang no hands
Came up in the 90s
I was raised off them slow Jams
Me and my three sisters
F*ck with em we gon throw hands
Fast forward 2010 I got money to spend
I told them girls that I loved em then go f*ck on they friends
All white S5 We pulled up in that benz
Backseat full of hoes Tell em come out they clothes
Same bitches on the net with all that cap in they status
Same bitches was in the building giving neck on my mattress
Project baby
We struggled just to live below average
Life was crazy in the hood but we learned how to manage
Young nigga think he really a savage
Got no clue that for the rest of his life
He'll be assessing that damage
I got scars from my childhood I'll never forget
Seen some devilish shit
Them niggas spin and come back
On some revenant shit
I watched my neighbor hang himself I was 11 and shit
Man that's as real as it gets
Lost the homie I was post traumatic
Retaliation that was automatic
They feel entitled we gon let em have it
Out there on that curb popping pills to his memory
Bottle in my hand like if I die who gon remember me
I never dealt with bullshit always moved off energy
You niggas ain't who you pretend to be
Yea
I'll stand aside while that wack shit go on
Cause I already had my turn
But the trap lives on
Writer: Isaiah Jones
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