LYRICS…. This for them trappers not them rappers that just talk about it/ 4 them killers holding pistols that don’t talk about it 4 them huslahs touching money that really count it/ 4 them 1s tryna make it that was always doubt it/ Harleys off tha lot we used to steal them pedal Bikes Ridin foreign used to steal them Camrys ride em for the night Are u tryna make it out or u caught up in tha hype Is really bout tha money or really bout tha likes Now A days you get stripes for red bottoms with the spikes Your big Homie praise designer mines was rockin in them nikes Stuck in tha same world...but we livein different life’s Stuck in the same world but we on a different hype Aint no perk that could take away this hurt Too many love ones behind a fence and in the dirt 2many in tha game who ain’t put in work Have you thinking he’s a man but he on that paperwork ______________________________ Postin all these guns u ain’t never shoot’em once/ What u think she do for Hunnits if she stripping for them ones/ got half 4 her EBT err first of the month/ 5 hunnin worth of groceries for 3 grams in the slums/ Raised around the addics pistols in the attic/ Getin bundles off in traffic semi automatics/ Can’t get caught lacking trenches get graphic/ Capin N they captions I’m cut from different fabric/ Its them fairytales in the streets I never trust Niggas have u in jail cuz they talk to much Too many drugs have’em bumpIN THEY gums Speakin pig Latin we don’t talk in tongues
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