Keep the snake, he gon' keep them rats away
All them shells I fed the Drac', threw my favorite strap away
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
Thuggin' with my guys until my time I was servin'
Sellin' nickel on the curb before I go back to my broke days
Gang signs and jumping gates
Check the seat, look both ways
I owe all the ones, I taught myself about that dirty game
Cut the grass, keep the snake, he gon' keep them rats away
All them shells I fed the Drac, threw my favorite strap away
Put her up and we straight, now she like her period late
Made a tape the first day, we shot a film like Ray J
Ayy, I throw racks to my shooter when he spin, that boy gon' wet the block
See them lights, we buckin', runnin', dodgin', tryna duck the cops
Fuck that sale, we making bail, if you ain't gon' shoot, hop out the car
Dude that cried, you better not tell, keep it real, got that from pop
Whip it 'til it look like gel, let it sit, then make it lock
Cancer, I got smoke for sale, make a joke, I'll stop your clock
Still got stupid clientele, Percocet twenty a pop
Makin' plays in Robbinsdale while I clutch on this dirty Glock
Mama, she a baddie, I can't cuff her, this a dirty game
I get locked, I know she gon' go dumb and fuck on anything
I know all these diamonds and this fame cannot change me
I'll pull a murder in my team, 117 chain
Thuggin' with my guys until my time I was servin'
Sellin' nickel on the curb before I go back to my broke days
Gang signs and jumping gates
Check the seat, look both ways
I owe all the ones, I taught myself about that dirty game
Cut the grass, keep the snake, he gon' keep them rats away
All them shells I fed the Drac', threw my favorite strap away
Cut the grass, keep the snake, he gon' keep them rats away
All them shells I fed the Drac', threw my favorite strap away
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