[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Ah)
Yeah (Ah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Ah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Billy finna put you down
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah
Billy gon' (Yeah)
Yeah, uh (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Billy finna put you down (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Billy finna put you down (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Billy finna put you down (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Crazy man, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck, fuck)
Billy finna put you down (He's crazy, man, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Billy finna put you down (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Bridge]
I'm from the back of the back of the dirt
Discount mall, white lows, white shirt
I'm from where niggas ain't lovin' these bitches
We both just gon' hit but I'm goin' in first
Ain't havin' no job but I'm havin' it work
Make a right off of Hicks then you end up at hurt
Only fuck with partners, it's only the family
I never met Durk, I had to skrrt
I'm from the back of the back of the hold on
Discount mall, white lows, white hold on
I'm from where niggas ain't lovin' these hold on
We both just gon' hit but I'm goin' in hold on
Ain't havin' no job but I'm havin' it hold on
Make a right off of Hicks then you end up at hold on
Only fuck with partners, it's only the family
I never met Durk, I had to skrrt
[Verse]
I was broke as fuck just like the both of us twin
Had my lil' hustle, we posted up, twin
Thirteen when my brother upped on some fire
Tellin' you, "You don't want smoke with us, twin"
I done seen it all
Piss hallways in the broad day
Got my niggas dealt with, that was right outside
Bruh, we damn near smelt it
I don't complain about it, I just learn to accept it
Mama had to be to work right by seven
Probably had to be to school round 'bout eight
I was so frustrated with how we was livin'
I took my anger out, no headphones, get beat by Dre
Niggas don't understand
Niggas ain't never have handouts or upper hands
Growin' up here, it's some shit you just understand
'Partment baby, treat that shit like the motherland
Mama ain't trip when she found all that contraband
She just like, "Boy, don't get jammed or get aprehend"
All my niggas 'bout they paper like they work for Dunder Mifflin
But none of us ever gon' work in no office, man
Mama would tell me, "You buildin' you coffin, man"
Every summer, it was bodies that's droppin', man
Lil kick door, shawty, I'm juggin' and robbin'
Now I make tapes ain't talking 'bout caution, man
[Bridge]
In Atlanta, it don't ever snow
All I know is dro and gun smoke
Most my niggas Aubrey in the coat
Other half won't ever get to vote
One day, I'm gon' make it out this bitch
No more missin' payments out this bitch
No more clothes on payments out this bitch
Know I can escape up out this bitch
Said, in Atlanta, it don't ever snow
Just gun shots, make you hit the woah
Tell me, nigga, would you sell your soul
If that means you never goin' broke
One day, I'm gon' make it out this bitch
Fuck bein' famous out this bitch
If we can make the payment out this bitch
I know I can escape up out this bitch
[Outro]
Ayy, don't even pass that nigga Dre the blunt
You know that nigga don't smoke
Not passin' him what?
Ayy, Dre
Yeah?
Ayy, what's that lil' whack ass song you got (Haha)
That you played the other, D?
That shit, ya, ya, so
Hey, bruh, hey
I kick door (Hahaha)
Ayy, man, pass me aux, man
Y'all niggas smokin' some shit
Ayy, pass that chill the nigga the aux
Play that shit, nigga
