Testo Dis Dat

Yeah
It's 900 Block, nigga, free Top
Free my nigga Dro
4 years, no tears
Still doin' this shit for Dirt Gang, nigga

Hey, we been up all days, catchin' plays
Tryna make a couple dollars, itchin' in my partners Trappers trappin' hard, glad we made it this far
This that free my niggas in the cell shit
This that put my dawg on when he out of jail shit
This that rush fast, hit his bitch, and pay the bail quick
This that on the floor shit, your clothes in a trash bag
This that love low bucks, lost to make it half back
I got enough shit on my mind, but ain't even worried 'bout it
Tryna leave the block, but I can't, nah
Dodgin' raindrops, when the pain gon' stop?
Been through a lot of things, and still remain the same, yeah yeah

Sleepin' in the trap on the couch, ain't no mattress
Broke as fuck, got too much pride to be askin'
Don't know who to trust, nah, niggas actin' funny
Niggas switch up for the money For my dawgs, I'll go a thousand miles
Best believe they all gon' leave when you get down and out
Hey birthdays be the worst days
This ain't even enough to share, this a lil' pers-y
But niggas thinkin' that I got it, ayy, you should check my wallet
No money in my pocket
What you niggas know 'bout washin' clothes in the faucet?
Proud this shit ain't kill me
If you been through what I been through, then you feel me
Yeah yeah, aw, for real

Hey, we been up all days, catchin' plays
Tryna make a couple dollars, itchin' in my partners
Trappers trappin' hard, glad we made it this far
This that free my niggas in the cell shit
This that put my dawg on when he out of jail shit
This that rush fast, hit his bitch, and pay the bail quick
This that on the floor shit, your clothes in a trash bag
This that love low bucks, lost to make it half back
I got enough shit on my mind, but ain't even worried 'bout it
Tryna leave the block, but I can't, nah
Dodgin' raindrops, when the pain gon' stop?
Been through a lot of things, and still remain the same, yeah yeah

Got a lot of weight on my shoulders
Tryna make a way for my bros, yeah
Block hot, it's on fire
Posted on the Southside
Got a whole lot of cash, it's just me and Chaz
Ho, you want a bag, get a lil' cannon
Tryna touch my ice, I'll gun you down right where you stand
Just tryna make it through the storm, just tryna make it home
I know that I'm doin' wrong, just tryna feed my fam, though
I heard that they hatin', they supposed to be my mans, though
Came up out the trenches, young nigga, I did it
Dirt Gang never switchin', finally winnin', swear it's a good feeling

Hey, we been up all days, catchin' plays
Tryna make a couple dollars, itchin' in my partners
Trappers trappin' hard, glad we made it this far
This that free my niggas in the cell shit
This that put my dawg on when he out of jail shit
This that rush fast, hit his bitch, and pay the bail quick
This that on the floor shit, your clothes in a trash bag
This that love low bucks, lost to make it half back
I got enough shit on my mind, but ain't even worried 'bout it
Tryna leave the block, but I can't, nah
Dodgin' raindrops, when the pain gon' stop?
Been through a lot of things, and still remain the same, yeah yeah

Sleepin' in the trap on the couch, ain't no mattress
Broke as fuck, got too much pride to be askin'
Don't know who to trust, nah, niggas actin' funny