Hey yo, Quantich run a man's up
Hey yo, Ran, turn that up (turn that up, turn that up, turn that up)
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Keep going straight
At the end of the block make a left
'Ight, 'Ight
Turn your lights off it's that house right there
Park up we gon' knock three times
If no one there, we bouncing in
Alright you ready?
Pass me my mask
Put yo gloves on fool
C'mon, c'mon
Ready one, two, three
Started knocking niggas doors
I got tired of being bummy, we was broke
We was struggling for money
I wanted it so bad, pick the house and hadda study
We was fiening for a lick, if it's my daughter now I'm a junky
Hadda drag it out the mud
My nigga we wasn't lucky
On my side it get cold everyday it get ugly
It was stormy every day praying why it ain't sunny
It was time to make a change bro this shit wasn't funny
I couldn't sleep good at night
I was way too hungry
Next morning I woke up, bro I needed some money
So it went like this we really knock three times
I was pumping real fast I ain't even gon' lie
Hit the door came down with a couple of tries
Now we up in the house
Pray to God that I passed
The homie looking for some jewelry
I'm looking for cash
And if you do find a safe then that shit getting smashed
Check the closet nigga
Boom, right there, take the whole jewelry box
Check the pockets nigga, they be leaving shit in there too
Aye, help me lift this bed up
Fuck, there ain't shit in this damn house
Alright, c'mon next room
Aye, where the attic at? They have shit in there too?
This the shit we had to do just so we can maintain
I feel in love with 211 when I took my first chain
I hadda rob and pop niggas just to earn us a name
We was tired of being broke, every day in the rain
I look my brothers in the eye
I could only see pain
Hit the field, take a chance
Anything for a plate
Always been a real nigga if I eat then you wait
I told my niggas "Just hold on, I swear we gon' be straight"
But for when I stuck flockin' soon it's time to suit up
You poppin' like you outside, but you really just booed up
We screaming fuck a nine to five, give it up or get hit
I ain't tryna punch a clock, I rather go hit a lick
Everything I ever own, I got that shit with a stick
Since a youngin', I always knew one day I'll be rich
If I ain't trapping or scamming, then I'm taking a risk
'Cause we hate it feeling stuck and everyone getting chip
I hate the struggle but I love it 'cause it made me the coldest
Ripped clothes, no food, I was feeling so hopeless
Tough times really made me
I was alone at my lowest
If you were stuck in my position, bro' for sure would've folded
I was sleeping on the floor with the mices and roaches
I been thuggin' on the block, my niggas told me stay focus
But I'm caught up in these streets, forever keeping it loaded
Taught to keep a hammer close and never fear my opponent
Now a nigga next up in case your dumbass ain't notice
I was really down bad but it was just for a moment
When every battle that I fought
Now I know that I'm chosen
Opp niggas want war, but I know that they joking
I ain't a rapper when it's time my niggas know that I'm blowin'
Stop posting guns like you popping we all know you ain't blowing
Sucka side turn down when it's time y'all choking
Yeah, when it's time y'all chokin'
Alright, put everything in the bag, nigga
Let's get up outta, here we wasting too much time
C'mon
It's this way
Wait, what the fuck?
Hold on, shh
You hear that?
Nah, what the fuck
Oh shit, 12
Aye, let's get out the back
Through the back, through the back
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Jump this wall, jump this wall right here
Run, run, run, run, run, run
Keep running, keep running, c'mon
This way, this way, this way