Intro

DJ Swift on the track
One way in, no way out
From Buffalo to the third nigga, all the way to Wakefield

Take a ride with a young nigga

I'ma show you niggas where I come from, nigga

These niggas out here, and they slump niggas

Can't be dumb nigga, better keep the drum with you

Yeah I grew up on that 6-3, east side

Where you can't trust shit, gotta keep fire
Police ask you a question, you better be quiet
Four deep in the splat when we ride
I ain't learn the easy way, I learned the dumb way

My mama said I'd pay attention one day
Nigga try one of your people then it's gunplay
News out on Sunday, regular on Monday
Anywhere it's war at, we gon' pop out
Run anytime you see the police hop out
And fuck if I was a high school dropout
Know where I'm from, you would know what I'm talm 'bout
I'm talm 'bout

That real shit, that make a nigga feel shit
These jits get on pills bih, and kill shit
You steal the smallest thing from your dawg, then you flawed
If I got it then he got it, off top, 'cause that's my dawg

Every bitch gon' get dogged, 'cause I remember a bitch dogged me
I'ma show you what this shit taught me
You can't put your trust in nobody, even the ones you love
Them the ones who'll cross me

Bet a hundred, shoot a hundred, nigga bet that
If I lose off top, you better bet back
If you say you don't wanna bet, I'ma check that
Hit a nigga in his shit, shouldn't have said that
And I be deadass
Done seen some shit nigga that I can't speak on
And I done did some shit that I ain't gon' speak on

My big dawg the first nigga who ever showed me threesomes
I watched that nigga make three different moves off of three phones
In twenty minutes, three gone
Police hit the block, then we gone
You try me, I ain't the one you wanna sleep on
'Cause I'm the type of nigga who'll creep on, to de-mone

I got some people who did me wrong
Which made me tell my girl I scare families

I ain't the one you wanna cheat on, baby
But nigga I ain't finished
You looking in the eyes of a menace
Car rolled up and the windows all tinted
Before I could up the pistol them niggas start spitting
But I spit back, that's how it is in my city
'Cause you gotta be on point at all times
Got ten toes, I'ma stand on all mine
Don't listen to these rappers, feel like they all lying
Well most lying

But I speak lectures, I speak shit that'll help you
That in the summer riding in the heat
'Cause you ain't got no money for a new compressor
Just cussed a bitch out 'cause she was flagging

I seen a nigga get hit with brass knuckles just for laughing
Have you ever had a pistol aimed to your face and wasn't scared?
Told a nigga kill you, 'cause you been wishing that you was dead
You probably had a club fight, but afterwards you ducking lead
You ever been hopped out on by three niggas and robbed for your bread?
Nope, you niggas would've been shook out
I used to watch my big dawg cook drop
They used to pay me just to sit and look out

I ain't gotta pay nothing to get you took out
I'm a slick jit, so you better look out
I don't like to be bothered
I don't let nothing slide down, I got a problem

I hid a gun at my mama house and she caught me
I know I'm wrong, please forgive me ma, I'm sorry

But at the time them killers was tryna off me

It was me or them, and I was gon' have to off 'em, baby