Plottin - Raz Simone

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