Текст песни Aaron Rodger's - RealrichIzzo , Baby Gee

We ain't play no cops and robbers

Or play ball like Aaron Rodgers

S*** We barely had our fathers
We ain't no scholars
We tote choppas

Had the slappas
On the blockas
Wit the deucey
In my joggas

Had the 40s in our bags
And prolly crack inside the lockers

Played the corner
Wit my guys
I pieced the folks
Don't give no 5s

Ain't s*** comfy on my sides
Don't you come here in ya slides

Had a b**** up in them rides
She a 10 dont be surprised
She might be naked on the gram
But she gon cover up them lies

I need racks like I'm YC
Skating in my Y3
Don't hide scars
Life hard but never question why me

Demon til the law come
Then he pray the lord come
He acting like he on one
But probably he be off one

N****s crazy
Heard it's money on my head

Bus a shot you get got
You won't never get yo bread

But them n****s
Ain't gon care
You on ya own
You made ya bed

Sad to say you someone
When they wishing that you dead

I know why they mad
Cus I peeped they funny style
Lets go through they file
It say innactive for a while
N****s 40 telling kids
To raise a gun
Ain't raise they child
To raise a gun
Ain't raise they child

We ain't play no cops and robbers

Or play ball like Aaron Rodgers

S*** We barely had our fathers
We ain't no scholars
We tote choppas

Had the slappas
On the blockas
Wit the deucey in my joggas

Had the 40s in our bags
And prolly crack
Inside the lockers

We was playing manhunt
Jumped out in a ram truck
Before we layed the n****s down
We told em
Put his hands up
My n**** Lik
A flight risk
He took off in handcuffs
He dissed bro
And then he died
I don't know why
He said sum
We left the striker
On a chase
We jumped out
Cus it's on E
I'm in New York
With my Choppa
It's just me and Baby Gee
Last drill was bare face
So imma hop out wit a Ski
This Draco wake his house up
Soon as he
Put his kids to sleep
We slid on s***
Until the morning
Got the switch
While I'm recording
1800 belt gang
Catch a opp
And get rewarded
Make beefin fun again
We smoked they killer
Now it's boring
He watched his brother die
He on the gram
Like we ain't scoring

We ain't play
No cops and robbers

Or play ball like Aaron Rodgers

S*** We barely had our fathers
We ain't no scholars
We tote choppas

We had the slappas
On the blockas
Wit the deucey in my joggas

Had the 40s in our bags
And prolly crack inside the lockers