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Ayy, check it out, though
Ayy, what's happenin'?
Ayy
Yeah
Ayo, I'm in the Palisades, drunk as fuck in Riviera
Palace collared shirt with the Dickies on got the crackers starin'
I don't even go for the niggas, just got a membership
Been bangin' since the early 2000s, I been a member since
I don't do designer, but know I be in exclusive shit
'Cause Price put me on it a decade before they caught a drip
But me, I'm still a gangster, I walk around with it on my hip
And ever since Tiny got killed, they took a hundred trips
Played the field and the bench, one time, we hit the fence
Still paranoid when the phone crackle like it's the feds
Burgundy or it's the red, opps know we leave 'em dead
And I go do my dirt by my lonely, don't ask me if I slid
Don't ask me shit, uh, yeah
Prayin' for them niggas that's still in the field, uh
Don't ask me shit, uh, yeah
Prayin' for them niggas that's still in the field
Don't ask me shit, shh
Prayin' for them niggas that's still in the field, mm
Don't ask me shit, uh
Prayin' for them niggas that's still in the field, shh
Got niggas with stripes that can't fight
Seein' murders in my sleep got me sleepin'
Like y'all niggas don't know me
Prayin' for homies, the devil been on me
South Central when I raise up my shirt, the ghetto own me
Young niggas ridin' with K's, can't look they mama in the face
Had Tee Grizzley pull up in the J's with Uno and Baby Lace
Get the camera out my face, I ain't got nothin' to say
Before I pull this four-five, you guys'll still take a fade
For real
Uh, 'cause niggas get killed for runnin' they mouth 'round here
I don't know where you from, but niggas gettin'
Killed for runnin' they mouth 'round here
Uh, for real, uh
Ayy, what's happenin'?
Ayy
Yeah
Ayo, I'm in the Palisades, drunk as fuck in Riviera
Palace collared shirt with the Dickies on got the crackers starin'
I don't even go for the niggas, just got a membership
Been bangin' since the early 2000s, I been a member since
I don't do designer, but know I be in exclusive shit
'Cause Price put me on it a decade before they caught a drip
But me, I'm still a gangster, I walk around with it on my hip
And ever since Tiny got killed, they took a hundred trips
Played the field and the bench, one time, we hit the fence
Still paranoid when the phone crackle like it's the feds
Burgundy or it's the red, opps know we leave 'em dead
And I go do my dirt by my lonely, don't ask me if I slid
Don't ask me shit, uh, yeah
Prayin' for them niggas that's still in the field, uh
Don't ask me shit, uh, yeah
Prayin' for them niggas that's still in the field
Don't ask me shit, shh
Prayin' for them niggas that's still in the field, mm
Don't ask me shit, uh
Prayin' for them niggas that's still in the field, shh
Got niggas with stripes that can't fight
Seein' murders in my sleep got me sleepin'
Like y'all niggas don't know me
Prayin' for homies, the devil been on me
South Central when I raise up my shirt, the ghetto own me
Young niggas ridin' with K's, can't look they mama in the face
Had Tee Grizzley pull up in the J's with Uno and Baby Lace
Get the camera out my face, I ain't got nothin' to say
Before I pull this four-five, you guys'll still take a fade
For real
Uh, 'cause niggas get killed for runnin' they mouth 'round here
I don't know where you from, but niggas gettin'
Killed for runnin' they mouth 'round here
Uh, for real, uh