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I ain't fold when the rain came through, I see what that money make 'em do

Niggas actin' like they in the loop, get another spot and trap it loose

Me and my niggas, we the get-off-crew, I get off and they get off too

Lotta bad bitches for the crew, geek 'em up and fuck 'em by the two

You got niggas in your paperwork, I was taught to get the paper first

My nigga died, and it still hurt, I can't stand to see him in the dirt

Now I'm focused, had to quit the Percs, pockets filled up, they finna burst

See my nigga talkin' in the court, pointin' fingers, man, that shit there hurt

These niggas ain't right, I had to turn my back like VLONE, VLONE

My nigga got rich, he was trappin' off an AT&T phone

I'm an Eastside nigga, so you know I've been ridin' through the six with the motherfuckin' stick on me

Got my young nigga with me, you know he don't work on housin', but he got 'em bricks on him

Got inside my bag like a duffel, always had the swag and had the hustle

Always had my face card and muscle, niggas gotta catch up, honey mustard

Beat the trap down, DJ Mustard, nigga play around, we gotta flush him

Got a play, he come in from Augusta, told him, "Pull up, meet me right on Gresham"