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That's crazy, um
You know, dog pound was- (J Thrash On The Track)
That's a block from my granny crib, you know?
That's where I met BJ and them
Shout out the pound (ayo Bleu)
My heart was poundin', it's crazy as it's soundin'
Nigga I used to fuck wit' in the hood left me drownin'
Went to jail, ain't even have a bond, I gave him thousands
BM bitchin' over pics I liked, that shit was childish
Funeral homes and trial dates, nowadays, that shit be crowded
Postin' guns, them bitches ain't gettin' used, them niggas cowards
Niggas 'round the way just show they fake, them niggas sour
I be googlin' Von pics everyday, just check my browser
Bitches high as niggas nowadays, they fuck for hours now
The hoes ain't come outside back in the day, they fuck for thousands now
First they want the weed, then the lean, they want the powder now
One of my brothers popped too many pills, can't come around me high
When I was down, you wasn't on my side, can't come around me now
Thought you was slick, I seen that shit come from a thousand miles
I sat in the courtroom for a day, I seen a thousand trials, uh (uh, uh, uh)
And I'm around the same niggas who I started with
And I support the same hood who I started with
And I'ma stand on all ten who I'm startin' with
You proud of me
Me, I'm proud of you, them shorties proud to shoot
You a clown to me, you told me you never told, I went and found the truth
Chain drownin' me, I look at foenem wrist, look like they drownin' too
Street nigga had came to me with nothin', I gave him a pound or two
My heart was poundin', it's crazy as it's soundin'
Nigga I used to fuck wit' in the hood left me drownin'
Went to jail, ain't even have a bond, I gave him thousands
BM bitchin' over pics I liked, that shit was childish
Funeral homes and trial dates, nowadays, that shit be crowded
Postin' guns, them bitches ain't gettin' used, them niggas cowards
Niggas 'round the way just show they fake, them niggas sour
I be googlin' Von pics everyday, just check my browser
Started young, I seen a lot
Checkin' in on ya, don't want nothin', that shit mean a lot
Ain't nothin' at home for him, so he think the block is all he got
Told Smurk the beefin' route got numbers down in Hip-Hop
This ain't entertainment, this shit real like Big and 2Pac
The trolls got you feelin' like you got somethin' to prove
Prove it, they gon' have somethin to say, lose-lose
Told my youngins, "I hope y'all know gettin' a life sentence ain't cool"
I tell everybody just know what you doin' when you do it
Streets ain't what it was, they fucked it up, this shit a dub
Young niggas run the old heads out the way
Ones who had the plug, they got the restaurants and clubs now
Youngins don't want money, all they care about is guns
In order to win the war you gon' have to have your funds right
We used to be a hunnid deep back then, we had fun nights
Forty went to jail, twenty straight, the rest done lost they life
I had 2K to my name, I have gave him a thousand
Bro got twenty years, he shed for like a thousand
She finna get on OnlyFans and charge a thousand
He wanted 2K for a Drac', I gave him a thousand
Told you my word one thousand
I told you my word one thousand
I told you my word one thousand
I told you my word one thousand
My heart was poundin', it's crazy as it's soundin'
Nigga I used to fuck wit' in the hood left me drownin'
Went to jail, ain't even have a bond, I gave him thousands
BM bitchin' over pics I liked, that shit was childish
Funeral homes and trial dates, nowadays, that shit be crowded
Postin' guns, them bitches ain't gettin' used, them niggas cowards
Niggas 'round the way just show they fake, them niggas sour
I be googlin' Von pics everyday, just check my browser