See this shit for the motherfuckin' streets, nigga
Only the real can relate
Only the struggle can relate
If you ain't been in them trenches
You wouldn't understand
Keed, talk to 'em
(Grimlin)

Yeah, I had plans, yeah, I had plans
I don't play no games with 'em, yeah, I get bands
Yeah, I can pop a Percocet, nah, I'm not on land
All I do is triple cross, hope it ain't your mans
How y'all niggas gon' leave us?
How y'all niggas gon' leave us?
How the fuck nigga ain't known or nothin'?
He can't even compete with us
How y'all niggas gon' leave us?
How y'all niggas gon' leave us?
How the fuck nigga ain't known or nothin'?
He can't even compete with us

These niggas not ready
Passed up like some lettuce
He ever think about playin' with us
We shootin' shit just like Belly
How your big homie ain't stitched on you?
Poppa real big, put that stick on me
Glock .40, know I hold the dick on me
Fuck the critics, you know I get rich homie
They a real nigga, but they dick ridin'
Switchin' both sides, yeah
Ridin' 'round with a big five, yeah
Mask up, make 'em get down, yeah
Handle everything when it come my way
Go for nothing, don't smile in my face
Cross up, hope we don't get no chase
But we gon' get away

Yeah, I had plans, yeah, I had plans
I don't play no games with 'em, yeah, I get bands
Yeah, I can pop a Percocet, nah, I'm not on land
All I do is triple cross, hope it ain't your mans
How y'all niggas gon' leave us?
How y'all niggas gon' leave us?
How the fuck nigga ain't known or nothin'?
He can't even compete with us
How y'all niggas gon' leave us?
How y'all niggas gon' leave us?
How the fuck nigga ain't known or nothin'?
He can't even compete with us

Most these niggas burnt out
Real shooters, so you know they in route
You know what we on, you know what we 'bout
Dirty K, dirty pistols
Solvin' problems, all issues
We wipin' his nose, no need for no tissue
I'm from the trenches but I'm in L.A., just like the Clippers
I'm watchin' my back, I know they ain't with me
Nah, these niggas ain't with me
All these niggas tryna be me
Pull up on the block and I'm creepin'
Know we can be a real demon, know we can be a real demon
I don't fuck with that ho, she too needy
I'm in and out, then I pull out the genie
They hands out but they didn't even wanna feed me
Nah, I don't need her
Nah, I don't need her

Yeah, I had plans, yeah, I had plans
I don't play no games with 'em, yeah, I get bands
Yeah, I can pop a Percocet, nah, I'm not on land
All I do is triple cross, hope it ain't your mans
How y'all niggas gon' leave us?
How y'all niggas gon' leave us?
How the fuck nigga ain't known or nothin'?
He can't even compete with us
How y'all niggas gon' leave us?
How y'all niggas gon' leave us?
How the fuck nigga ain't known or nothin'?
He can't even compete with us

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Writer(s): Raqhid Jevon Render