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Raised by the orange rags shrubs stay lurking
Name on the scene now
The whole blocks jerking
If i'm ever in the problems
See the whole block merking
Niggas

be falling for no ho
Tryna make it on The Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go
Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner
By the U-G-L-Y corner

and dance
Keep it real with yours and mine
You'll never define em by poverty line
Black Wall Street in their bloodline
You tried to end us
Hundreds dead

white boys rocking durags
Now Becky want big lips and a new ass
Tell me if my people skipped earth what would you have? 
They tried to tell me if you talk

cum scholar
Bitch can’t cause me no problems
Buddy gettin smoked like a Newport his homie gon holla
Roll em in backwood da pack good I gotta come holla

so boss like
I told Virgil Abloh I want some Off-White
But I'm perfectly fine with what I wear already
Yeah Faces or Faces you can tell by the cover

and Becky gave necky
I don't mean disrespect
Can't check me
Couldn't then
Couldn't now
Plus I'm outta shape
Learned enough mentally now I dodge and shake

breezе (got him)
Now I don’t wanna argue witchu
If you think we got a
Problem you are the issue
You couldn’t touch my shit if
You was toilet tissue

[Verse 1] 
Nearly had entanglement inside with this fine little problem
Running for shoe and jumper
Thought I'd stop by, say 'hi', no bother 

Shawty

Nigga I be
Smoking this green
Get to the breesh
Do by any means
Don't got no time
For stupid lil things
You niggas is pawns
I feel like the king
Damn
Like

in our habitat
It’s G’s up
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat then make it crack-a-lack
Arabian gangsta doin’ drive-by’s on camelback

As a matter-fact
You just

I don't fuck with niggas
I'm 300 they ask where I been at?
Bitch I been getting money

I said 300 niggas, 300 G's
Promoters can't stand us, we show up

turn around keep talking
You know in your heart
That you don't want no problems
Conversate in secret
When I get brought up
Don't wanna be real
You wanna

that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)

G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?

can't lie
That's why I'm
A-G-A-I-N-S-T Eyy
Ah against the stars
About my problems they never mind
And I knew death before live life
Step by step and day

20g pop off shells Curt Co
Black bodies on the ground
Spilled merlot
Long rides through the boro
Slidin with my niggas
Cause you know we so thorough,

the game already ay ay ay
I been building this foundation way too steady day by day
I been too strung out on beckys trynna make me bae bae bae
Should be

Try ta put you up under a spell
Breaks on em like screech
They can get saved by the bell yea
And if they try be hating on ya drip
Tell em this ain't no

You get it from Becky I get it from Lucy
She ordered Dos Equis I told her that's too cheap
It's cheap
Rolex Petek Philip Richard Milli on repeat
Sold

Beats by Malice

3 M dans le mois, il a fait (HEY)
Maintenant, c'négro mange à sa faim 
(il a bien graille)
Il a poussé plus d'une photo
Mais jamais

This shit's shaking my fuckin' headphones
You made a mistake when you left me
Now I'm out here gettin' head from a Becky
Ain't no workout but her

first you gone neck me

Ayy bitch don't talk just neck me
I don't want sex just becky
Switched out the Glock for the techy
You niggas be bitches so messy

high can get bigger
Becky come here bitch you know i'm that nigga
Hop in that Gt gripping that G3 all black tinted so you can't even see me
Fuck it i'll

And the gangstas make the girls go wild
Baby, know we up though, ain't nothin' but a G thang
Always strapped up, no problem (no problem)
Put your cup in the air