Lyrics
(Ayy, pull up, Lamb)

They ain't doing they job
They ain't serve and protecting
Even street niggas need that love and affection
Big homies not big homies, they ain't tryna get direction
The advice they gave to me, I told them niggas they could have kept it
Could've stayed on the porch, but jumped inside the streets I had a selection
Ain't no back and forth talking on the net, we send a message
We want the king, we want that tiger head, like that nigga off of Tekken
Put blood sweat and tears inside this shit, you gotta respect it
You ain't did shit for these streets, so how you gonna put a word in?
I'ma do what all I can do but I never say I was perfect
Man, that gun heavy, palm sweaty, you acting nervous
Put a hundred thousand on his head, that's two verses
The county days I used to wake up, wash up with detergent
She told me three niggas she fucked, when I went in she was a virgin
And I can't hang around no bitch niggas, I'm too allergic
A iPhone plus a iPhone, two jail calls I merge it

The one I call my brother not my brother 'cause he told them other niggas we not brothers
I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I'd be lying, I don't love him
Get in my feelings when I pop off prescriptions, I take all these pills and I crush 'em
If you ain't known for having cash or that bag, they gon' treat you like you nothing

Don't be telling me about your block, nigga, fuck them
You can't bring your ass around if you say, "Fuck twin"
And tour with us, kiss your kids make sure they tucked in
Two .50's in a millennium clip, that's a buck ten
The one you look up to a pussy, his nuts tucked in
Ain't hide the guns fast enough, the police rushed in
And since you died for your gang, you got slumped in
You pull up bleeding out that pussy, you gotta suck it in

You signed your name up on the statement, you got the best font
You asked me, do I love you? "Mhm", I'm nonchalant
Went on the'Gram, seen an opp died, that's when I sparked the blunt
Maybe sipped a lil' lean too, but that's not the point
A lot of money through Western Union get you a blocked account
I'm on camera I got a case, so foe nem knock 'em out
We move the same, we all as one, that's what I'm talking 'bout
I'm just saying you touch my chain foe nem chalk 'em out

Yeah, yeah
The one I call my brother not my brother 'cause he told them other niggas we not brothers
I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I'd be lying, I don't love him
Get in my feelings when I pop off prescriptions, I take all these pills and I crush 'em
If you ain't known for having cash or that bag, they gon' treat you like you nothing

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Frank Gilliam III, John Lamb




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