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Fuck a bitch, suck a dick that's how I feel
I don't hang with or fuck with jit's
Cause they ain't real
I hang with flame slangin' gang
Bangin' niggas in the field
No flaggin', toe taggin', niggas doing drills
They talking but ain't doing shit
I'm so true to this
Don't give a fuck about your future bitch
I'll let this rugger spit
Making diss songs to get on
Trynna play a nigga
I don't get on tracks to sing on niggas
I just swing on niggas
Road runnin' till like 4 something I'm
Just livin' like a star
Dope money blew like four onions
In this rental car
All that hatin' shit and ganging shit
Ain't gone get you far
All that actin' like you bout it
That shit might get you shot
Niggas mad I'm winning, and they losing
My lil brother he stupid
Pop beans and act stupid
Jump out with a uzi, big clip shoot a movie
Niggas in they feeling
They bitches be pickin' and choosin'
I woke up this morning
With tomorrow on my brain
Today could be the day I fall
A victim to the game
If I lose my life tonight
My momma probably go insane the fact
That a niggas took my life for a name
Last night I had a dream, that an all
Black Impala hit my hood with a choppa
Kill me and 4 of my partners
I died on my corner with
My pistol in my pocket
Bleedin' from my face
My old lady trynna stop it
Last week was last week
But last week was an close one
The crackers pulled me over
And he slightly approached me
He walked around a side me
With his hand on his holster
I went to grab my ID
And the cracker almost smoked me

Where I come from is the jungle
Where I come from is hard not to go under
Where I come from full of sorrow
(Tryna make it to tomorrow)

So we slidin'
And ridin' the car full of Semi's
Cause it get violent this side of the city
Word around town is them boys getting busy
They jump out with Tec's, and Mac's
And Glizzy's i got a 30 my lil bro got 50
That's 30 for 30, that's 60 for 20
He want some smoke, then tell him come get it
He wanna blow, then tell him we with it
(Yeaaa, yea, we with it)