Fences (feat. Takeez)

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Bentley G

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Back up in it like the tags is out
Niggas was hatin' my clout so I had to pull out and take the scenic route
I'm seein' shit I never seen, came from slangin' pills and green
I had more change than off in the couch
And we can hit bout all my niggas, yeah
Cause we been down since hoppin' fences, yeah
RIP to the ones that we lost My grandma on top of my thoughts
I had to take myself on the block before it's too late
And time slow down for nobody, Over my kids, it'll be a trust fall
I catch a whole body When I was young, Santa ain't had nothin for me
Probably why my favorite holiday been 420
So all I know is get this bread up
My pops told me keep my head up
They say legends live forever
So I'm clutchin' on this metal All this stressin' got me fed up
I wanted things I only could dream of
They say the grass ain't always greener
And I was sinin' in $300 jeans, But that dirty money kept me clean
I had some shit up on my mind So I turned to gettin' high
Mama said I'd be alright
Back then it just didn't make sense
So all my grass was purple on this side of the fence, yeah
Wish life had a master key It's mixed up with no mastering
I'ma mind my business But these niggas ain't really what they seem
A lot of smoke and mirrors You believe they see the finer things
Keez keep your cool and mind Your mission an assignment, king
Blinders on every day Focus, gotta lock it in
Study session like the night, hammer cocked, iron in
Green stuff in the body Really got that iron in
Mind sharper than a lot of niggas Man, Keez wrote it with an iron pin, huh
These young niggas goofy I can't beef it up on this internet
But when you see me, it's a movie
Still gotta watch how you talk to me
I done grew up to be a young king, but I'll f*ck you like a groupie
Locked and loaded, boy, we airtight
Don't let this 9-to-5 fool you keep that toolie, ain't no fair fight
Black people, let's get coordinated
I'm tryna swing out to the fences and bring it home to the organization
I wanted things I only could dream of
They say the grass ain't always greener
And I was sinin' in $300 jeans, But that dirty money kept me clean
I had some shit up on my mind So I turned to gettin' high
Mama said I'd be alright
Back then it just didn't make sense
So all my grass was purple on this side of the fence, yeah

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