Lyrics:
Career day in school, never be a policeman
Top floor of the fountain, blue, havin' threesome
Look you in your eyes, say they love you, just don't believe them
In the trenches, gotta play 'em close like you need 'em
Chest pain, I was sippin' lean by the liter
How you screamin' that you got some killers? You don't feed them
Booka steady trippin' when I say I don't believe in Jesus
Don't ever put your all into a bitch 'cause she gon' leave
And I know a couple Atlanta hoes that wear her lashes
In the trap, I fucked the baddest bitches on the mattress
Given to the trenches, took advantage of my kindness
I done gave a nigga a lot of pounds without aksin'
Government, did they shut down, he got his time in
Damn, well, he ain't 'posed to be on home confinement
Killers right on standby off my word just like Simon
I can judge a nigga by his character off his diamonds
I know a nigga, he shootin' dice with the T's
But how you say that when I give him all he needs?
And even though he ain't show no love, I tried to reach
In commonwealth, he took a dub, nigga, please
Is it possible they love you like they say they do?
Is it possible, your homies, they gon' hate on you?
For that check on how your day ones gon' lay on you
Is they keepin' it one thousand like they say they do?
They don't understand me, addicted to them Xannies
Told you I ain't friendly, it's only the family
Is it possible you gon' ride? Is it possible you gon' ride?
Out on 1300, so don't act like you can't find us
Tim-Tim lost his life, I bang the same block he died for
September 18th, ain't that the same shit we cry for?
my lil niggas got to slidin' when them tears dried up
Made it out the trenches, we young vets and survivors
Learned so much from that corner, bumped my head, but now I'm wise up
Chasin' out the trends, I risked my freedom for designer
Almost lost my life, thank God I was on that timer
Now I hit up treasures with a hundred thousand on me
I don't fuck with niggas, I'm with Blass up by my lonely
Loyalty not slow, you gotta watch out for your homies
If any nigga play, a deadman is what he gon' be
Is it possible they love you like they say they do?
Is it possible, your homies, they gon' hate on you?
For that check on how your day ones gon' lay on you
Is they keepin' it one thousand like they say they do?
They don't understand me, addicted to them Xannies
Told you I ain't friendly, it's only the family
Is it possible you gon' ride? Is it possible you gon' ride?

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