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We in the M off Tillman

Posted with Young Jones

Yup, kin up in the building

But I ain’t tryna rap to you

I’m just tryna rap to you

For them boys that flodgin with ya matic put the strap to you

Cause homie a go getter

Stacks on deck and front like a cold killer

Think he gon' live forever

But that gon' happen never

Plus playing in these streets

You’ll get a slug through your sweater

So I’m on my grind, got truth up in my mind

And Jesus on my mouth, I let 'em know he lived and died

Tryna be a city light, got that JSon in my ride

Romans One-One-Six, Unashamed all the time

Hoping you feel the same way

Cause you can come up on that guap and die in the same day

Yo momma and yo cousins be cryin' at yo wake

And the wrath Christ ate be dumped on yo plate (yup)

Ayye you know what it is

Out for my kin let 'em know the truth live

I take it where the hood get it in

Bring it back to the block for you again

We in the streets like

G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it

G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it

Yup, you know what it is

Running off your friends with that Jesus talk again

Back like I never left, PRo get it in

Let 'em know the king live while they sippin' on gin

I pray to God that you ain’t running with G’s

The four fifth turn your North Face into swiss cheese

In the Devil’s symphony, you’re Ray Charles

Blind, but still playing with keys

Hey, I see it everyday B

Cats chase coins, Mario, Luigi

But never get the prize that they seek

He just locked in a box like Harry Houdini

But can’t escape this one

It’s either pine over bars, pick one

But maybe you’ll escape right now

But one day be in flames, Hot Boy, Juvenile

Ayye you know what it is

Out for my kin let 'em know the truth live

I take it where the hood get it in

Bring it back to the block for you again

We in the streets like

G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it

G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it

Now if you’re feeling like a pimp then

Go and brush your shoulders off

But you can be a pimp and catch something you ain’t brushing off

And women don’t give it away to get 'em

If you only finding dogs, prolly lookin' in the kennel

It’s the reason God tell us not to fornicate

Cause you don’t wanna find out if he’s the daddy Maury Povich’s way

And don’t believe what Beyonce sing on it

Cause if you try, prolly never put a ring on it

Love is kind, love is patient

He don’t love you baby girl if it ain’t worth the wait then

Yeah I’m throwing salt at your game cause you a slug

If you out there making babies you don’t plan to raise

The Bible make it clear, one man, one woman

Joined together, never severed, forever and ever

You looking like I did you wrong

That’s why we get in it to put you on, YUP

Ayye you know what it is

Out for my kin let 'em know the truth live

I take it where the hood get it in

Bring it back to the block for you again

We in the streets like

G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it

G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it