[Hook]
Y'all ain't getting in way this money
Y'all ain't getting in way this dope
Y'all ain't getting in way my family
Y'all ain't getting in way my bro
[Verse 1]
They shot my bro bro's baby in the f*cking head
You're lucky that they took you to the f*cking feds
Cause any my n*ggas see you n*gga you're f*cking dead
Its so hot in my hood that I don't even took my sh*t
Now my bro bro fatal walk round with a f*cking vest
Cause my n*ggas from my block don't really f*ck with him
And we all on the same game don't make no f*cking sense
My Baltimore blood n*ggas f*cking with the f*cking crips
Beating cops and busting sh*t, but us n*ggas is f*cking di*ks
We let these races through where ever and we hunt ourselves
Most my n*ggas is some killers and a couple pimps
So that PTSD sh*t it really f*ck with them
[Hook]
But Y'all ain't getting in way this money
Y'all ain't getting in way this dope
Y'all ain't getting in way my family
Y'all ain't getting in way my bros
[Verse 2]
I touch down this morning off the plane
I really got them calls, said the hood just think the same
No respect in these streets, n*ggas don't live where they claim
No more owns a single piece of land but us n*ggas still bang
And we carrying them things, and these things ain't by in vain
These little n*ggas ain't got no aim then 34 off they gon hit something
Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah
I got the town on my back im surrounded by straps
One deep when I creep 'cause I'm bout it like that
One deep let it rain when im cloudy like that
[Hook]
Y'all ain't getting in way this dope
Y'all ain't getting in way my family
Y'all ain't getting in way my bros
But Y'all ain't getting in way this money
Y'all ain't getting in way this dope
Y'all ain't getting in way my family
Y'all ain't getting in way my bros