Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
G' .23, thirty shots, nothin' less
Yeah, I'd kill or die for my respect
Coming from the trenches, never know what to expect
Boys in the hood like dope boy, you know that I'm ridin' for the set
Pain turn into anger, all this cause and effect
I grew up in danger, I seen it all, now I'm blessed, uh
Eight hunnid thousand 'round my neck, Ja Morant
Young nigga wit' a check, did I run it up? Yes
My heart cold, made me question how I feel inside
If they left me on the curb, would them niggas ride?
Been feelin' down, but the 'X'd keep me energized
You know I'm too turnt, bitch, we never civilize, uh
All we know is fast-forward
Say Jesus died for us, but that ain't who we dyin' for
Catchin' a body at a high, you on your high horse
I don't want no relations with the guys force
I always travel with this Glock like it's a passport
Just tryna stand tall in this homicide war
Bring out the mop for all, laid down, like this my last straw
Swear all the shit I seen, it left my eyes sore
G' .23, thirty shots, nothin' less
Yeah, I'd kill or die for my respect
Coming from the trenches, never know what to expect
Boys in the hood like dope boy, you know that I'm ridin' for the set
Pain turn into anger, all this cause and effect
I grew up in danger, I seen it all, now I'm blessed, uh
Eight hunnid thousand 'round my neck, Ja Morant
Young nigga wit' a check, did I run it up? Yes
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