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Ayy, this for them 9th Street hardheads, man (KG made it) This for every young nigga out there, man You hear me? Put it in they motherfucking face, nigga For real My lil' brother rocking USPA, we wasn't having Nike Grew up in the gutter, wasn't no structure, it took sacrifices High speed, ain't have a license (Skrrt) White folks gon' extradite me Pussy bitch ain't never write me Locked down, I'm letter writin' Thousand push-ups every night, I hurt them hoes feelings (Feelings) Waitin' on parole, starin' at a closed ceiling (Ceiling) Sleepin' on my mama couch, was thinkin' 'bout a million (Million) Residue on my clothes, sellin' 'bows out a building Record label just called me, they wanna see me in New York (Yep) Crippin' like I'm from Cali, I'm pimpin' bitches like Too Short (Crip) Posted up the ally, puttin' PCP on my Newports Bitches, they used to dog me, I'm ballin' like it was two courts Northside thuggin' like New Orleans in the '90s (Wah) Grew up on BG, had a BB gun in my diapers Cellblock 33 when I had to sleep with the lifers If a nigga play me, knife him, that shit turned me to a tiger (Grr) Heart barely beating from the betrayals and the stab wounds Late night with great whites, been posted up since past noon SongtexteGave my dog fifty, ain't see my nigga since last June Locked me up at eleven, brought a weapon to my classroom Ever since a toddler age, I promise it's been turbulence (Turbulence) Opps said they gon' stop my days, they promise they gon' murder men (Murder) I ain't with all that dissin', you can miss me with that verbal shit Chopper sticks on a mission, spin his trenches with some urgency (Baow, baow, baow, baow) Young nigga trappin', if you trappin', trap your ass off Young nigga jackin', if you jackin', jack your ass off Free bands in my Guccis, think I'm Future with my mask off Never gave a fuck about no music, I'll crash out Throwin' up my section in another nigga trenches (Trenches) Rock out with that Glock out, I'm like Popeye on the spinach (Spinach) Bitch, I'm really from the trenches, don't do it for no image Outside where they be spinnin' Glock 9 in my Givenchy (Baow, baow, baow, baow) Young nigga trappin', if you trappin', trap your ass off (Trap) Young nigga jackin', if you jackin', jack your ass off (Give it up) Free bands in my Guccis, think I'm Future with my mask off Never gave a fuck about no music, I'll crash out (Quit) I'll crash out Ayy, and you niggas know where to find me at, nigga You hear me? Right across the creek, nigga On my mama, nigga, Green Stone Pound, nigga Yeah, four pistol or no pistols, nigga Yeah, nigga, you niggas got a whole football team, nigga, I'll be one deep You hear me? On my mama Still gon' lay dead in the street behind that shit, nigga On my mama, nigga Yeah God forgive, I don't Pussy-ass nigga Aus Songtexte Mania