Bellin through my hood on foot though And that's dangerous, summertime a war zone House shoes, ball shorts in my wardrobe White tees fitted caps, ain't no thang though G homies keep they colors though Lil' homies at the park and they bang on Bitch, we go across the street it's the same song North side with my niggas when they dead wrong Couple blocks past the lights we don't get along But when that Yg come on, man we sing along I seen it in the club homie real talk One side chuggin' the other c-walk Bellin through my hood on foot though Lookin' for a hot plate of good dough West side of the city got the real hoes But still on high alert don't want to get smoked
I can't fuck with fake shit no more I killed off myself, I'm at war If you my friend, always be my friend with you 'til the end, I'm in I'm in, I'm in, I'm in, I'm in
I'm in your function though I'm coming with like ten homies I got in something with my woman 'cause her friends on me I'm in a house that's full of doubts so I don't get lonely To whom I pray to when the clouds come get a grip, hold me The camp side, the west life where all the kids know me These hand signs for mankind, I feel like Mick Foley Shout out to Jordan, I was young, and had his kicks on me But fuck a Mike, no I was tryna be my big homie This bitch broke me, got like ten on me plus ain't got no weed left since we left I been turning fallbacks to three steps Niggas say they seen good, that's something I ain't seen yet Why you always seem stressed, why you ain't just leave yet? The different type of win when niggas hear the word to quit It's a different type of missing when your shorty getting hit It's a different type of jewelry when there's bracelets on your wrist Fuck a difference, ain't no difference, man we all just full of shit But either way I'm in
I can't fuck with fake shit no more I killed off myself, I'm at war If you my friend, always be my friend with you 'til the end, I'm in I'm in, I'm in, I'm in, I'm in