Y'all ain't getting in way this money
Y'all ain't getting in way this dope
Y'all ain't getting in way my family
Y'all ain't getting in way my bro
They shot my bro bro's baby in the fucking head
You're lucky that they took you to the fucking feds
Cause any my niggas see you nigga you're fucking dead
Its so hot in my hood that I don't even took my shit
Now my bro bro fatal walk round with a fucking vest
Cause my niggas from my block don't really fuck with him
And we all on the same game don't make no fucking sense
My Baltimore blood niggas fucking with the fucking crips
Beating cops and busting shit, but us niggas is fucking dicks
We let these races through where ever and we hunt ourselves
Most my niggas is some killers and a couple pimps
So that PTSD shit it really fuck with them
But Y'all ain't getting in way this money
Y'all ain't getting in way this dope
Y'all ain't getting in way my family
Y'all ain't getting in way my bros
I touch down this morning off the plane
I really got them calls, said the hood just think the same
No respect in these streets, niggas don't live where they claim
No more owns a single piece of land but us niggas still bang
And we carrying them things, and these things ain't by in vain
These little niggas ain't got no aim then 34 off they gon hit something
Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah
I got the town on my back im surrounded by straps and went deep in my crib cause I write it like that
One deep let it rain when im cloudy like that
Y'all ain't getting in way this dope
Y'all ain't getting in way my family
Y'all ain't getting in way my bros
But Y'all ain't getting in way this money
Y'all ain't getting in way this dope
Y'all ain't getting in way my family
Y'all ain't getting in way my bros