Mom said stay focused get you doe up
This the reason that price bout to go up
Im with the tribe and you know we getting tore up
5-4-3-2-1 I'm bout to blow up
How you hating dog you don't know us
She sent the text and called I told her hold Up
I'm from a place where the kids shouldn't grow up
Mattress on the floor and the bed gotta blow up
Baby's having babies and they killing em to
You see his daddy wore those shoes so he's filling Em to
All his homies got guns so he concealing Em to
In a crooked mans world what's are children to do
Generation after another we still in a noose
We was young wild and free trying live out our youth
Went from Trapping eating all three meals on a stoop
To Pandora trying get me like a million or two, Shit
Poe told me stay focus get your doe up
Roc said shit the price bout to go up
Meet you at top shit you prolly wouldn't show up
5-4-3-2-1 I'm bout to blow up
How you hating you don't know us
I'm with Joel in that bitch doing donuts
Heart surgeon, i got it all sewn up, brought back to life from city to California
A breath a fresh air smell the aroma
I'm just try a be the owner of this life God loan us
You know it's real A few have tried to clone us
Even when the Reggie popped shit we moved that Arizona
Pound of sticky and chauffeur, we known to take it over
Trying to stretch it like yoga till the pockets on Oprah
Use to sell boulders now the man full culture
World in my hand with the city on my shoulders
I hear the beat and start to lose my composure
Check my credits I'm author producer and composer
When I'm done eating you gotta bend it ova
A couple a ls of the Doja some beelinis or mimosa
Eggs when im rolling over wheat bread from the toaster
I'm from the dark room where you ruined from the exposure
The truth a come to light when you get a little closer
9 spades in my hand sitting with a pair jokers
Just play yah cards get yah Doe up
Cuz gon now the price bout to go up
Tribe in this bitch and you know they gon go nuts
5-4-3-2-1 we bout to blow up,
You know they gon hate but so what
Get a job or Dutch nigga roll up
Somewhere in America yah chick know us
On to be the Detroit red of he culture
El shabazz
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Mom said stay focused get you doe up
This the reason that price bout to go up
Im with the tribe and you know we getting tore up
5-4-3-2-1 I'm bout to blow up
How you hating dog you don't know us
She sent the text and called I told her hold Up
I'm from a place where the kids shouldn't grow up
Mattress on the floor and the bed gotta blow up
Baby's having babies and they killing em to
You see his daddy wore those shoes so he's filling Em to
All his homies got guns so he concealing Em to
In a crooked mans world what's are children to do
Generation after another we still in a noose
We was young wild and free trying live out our youth
Went from Trapping eating all three meals on a stoop
To Pandora trying get me like a million or two, Shit
Poe told me stay focus get your doe up
Roc said shit the price bout to go up
Meet you at top shit you prolly wouldn't show up
5-4-3-2-1 I'm bout to blow up
How you hating you don't know us
I'm with Joel in that bitch doing donuts
Heart surgeon, i got it all sewn up, brought back to life from city to California
A breath a fresh air smell the aroma
I'm just try a be the owner of this life God loan us
You know it's real A few have tried to clone us
Even when the Reggie popped shit we moved that Arizona
Pound of sticky and chauffeur, we known to take it over
Trying to stretch it like yoga till the pockets on Oprah
Use to sell boulders now the man full culture
World in my hand with the city on my shoulders
I hear the beat and start to lose my composure
Check my credits I'm author producer and composer
When I'm done eating you gotta bend it ova
A couple a ls of the Doja some beelinis or mimosa
Eggs when im rolling over wheat bread from the toaster
I'm from the dark room where you ruined from the exposure
The truth a come to light when you get a little closer
9 spades in my hand sitting with a pair jokers
Just play yah cards get yah Doe up
Cuz gon now the price bout to go up
Tribe in this bitch and you know they gon go nuts
5-4-3-2-1 we bout to blow up,
You know they gon hate but so what
Get a job or Dutch nigga roll up
Somewhere in America yah chick know us
On to be the Detroit red of he culture
El shabazz
This the reason that price bout to go up
Im with the tribe and you know we getting tore up
5-4-3-2-1 I'm bout to blow up
How you hating dog you don't know us
She sent the text and called I told her hold Up
I'm from a place where the kids shouldn't grow up
Mattress on the floor and the bed gotta blow up
Baby's having babies and they killing em to
You see his daddy wore those shoes so he's filling Em to
All his homies got guns so he concealing Em to
In a crooked mans world what's are children to do
Generation after another we still in a noose
We was young wild and free trying live out our youth
Went from Trapping eating all three meals on a stoop
To Pandora trying get me like a million or two, Shit
Poe told me stay focus get your doe up
Roc said shit the price bout to go up
Meet you at top shit you prolly wouldn't show up
5-4-3-2-1 I'm bout to blow up
How you hating you don't know us
I'm with Joel in that bitch doing donuts
Heart surgeon, i got it all sewn up, brought back to life from city to California
A breath a fresh air smell the aroma
I'm just try a be the owner of this life God loan us
You know it's real A few have tried to clone us
Even when the Reggie popped shit we moved that Arizona
Pound of sticky and chauffeur, we known to take it over
Trying to stretch it like yoga till the pockets on Oprah
Use to sell boulders now the man full culture
World in my hand with the city on my shoulders
I hear the beat and start to lose my composure
Check my credits I'm author producer and composer
When I'm done eating you gotta bend it ova
A couple a ls of the Doja some beelinis or mimosa
Eggs when im rolling over wheat bread from the toaster
I'm from the dark room where you ruined from the exposure
The truth a come to light when you get a little closer
9 spades in my hand sitting with a pair jokers
Just play yah cards get yah Doe up
Cuz gon now the price bout to go up
Tribe in this bitch and you know they gon go nuts
5-4-3-2-1 we bout to blow up,
You know they gon hate but so what
Get a job or Dutch nigga roll up
Somewhere in America yah chick know us
On to be the Detroit red of he culture
El shabazz
Writer: Kolleh Williams
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