Bag Talk

Yeah
I can hear it in your voice you wasn't never in this shit nigga
We still at war, yeah

Young niggas totin' Glocks
Sellin' dope, poppin' wheelies
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly
We was grinding, they was hating
Perfect time to get this money, I was patient
We was Gucci, they was snaking
Only one to keep it real when they was faking
Ain't a nigga 'round me I ain't give a hundred bands to
Never falling out about them bitches that we ran through
When you get that money like I got it they can't stand you
Fuck 'em, we at war with the system, in the streets
Bulletproof I'm in the trenches, niggas said that I got beef
I can't really trust these niggas 'bout this cash, and I can't sleep
And my homie lined my other homie up, 'cause he a creep
Show no love for that pussy ass nigga, it get deep
For the love of that Bentley, we spillin' blood in them streets
And I know why they hate me, it ain't no love in them streets
He was hittin' that work, we thought it was love, it was cheap
He was sellin' us that re-rock, pumping us on that Reebok
Damn, thought you was all here, found out that we not
Slid up on him with 3 Glocks, did him dirty for 3 blocks
Turn that boy to a freeze pop, shoot him into a D cop

It's a dog-eat-dog environment
Young niggas killing, all the old heads retiring
And the sound of that 30 start to sound inspiring
When you pull up on them, I start firing
Please don't judge us, they done killed our brothers
We done starved all winter they gon' feel our summers
I went drop top Dawn on 'em, we do numbers
And when we get a chance to rain on 'em, we gon' flood 'em
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em

I told 'em, I'mma pray for 'em
All that drama I feel like I'm made for
Catch a body, take it to the grave for me
And if they pop you off, you'll never change on me, no

Bag talk
Put a bag on her, let that cash fall
Daddy was a rat, so it's his dad fault
Kill them niggas about you, you told on that part
Why you take it that far?
Tellin' everybody you got on the stand dogg
We the type to call the opps and have a standoff
Make a thotty call your homie, that's a man off

We ain't never been loved, so we don't know how it feel
That's how you feel the fake shit, they don't know who was real
All my enemies, frenemies, I don't know who to kill
I don't know who gon' keep it silent and know who gon' squeal
I can't tell no more
I don't know who's thorough
'Cause it all got fuzzy and came down to that money
I seen niggas eating funny, made me watch while I"m hungry
Bitches changed for the fame, you gotta watch when they phony
I don't know where I'm going, I need navigation
They came and gathered y'all niggas for they graduation
Spent some time on that Pateks still ain't got no patience
Gave my nigga 20 years, put him on vacation
Every time I'm in the hood, I be on some Wraith shit
Stars all in the ceiling, feel like it's a spaceship
In them streets, we still in there, niggas think we made it
They just killed my little cousin, wish I could've saved him
'Member times out in Vegas when we did it major
Niggas turned they back on us, I feel like they played us
I feel like they try to use us, I can't do no favors
Gotta watch these niggas close 'cause they been catchin' vaps