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[Intro: FN DaDealer] Might get on that bitch with you, know what I'm sayin'? Naw, for real, nigga (Go crazy, AG) Nigga goddamn see all that, but it don't even matter See all this shit that a nigga did and went through, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? Huh, woah [Chorus: FN DaDealer] Jumped off the porch into the streets just like a G Rubber bands up in my pants, that's why my pockets deep We been pushin' P, talkin' 'bout exotic weed I won't sell 'em high 'cause I can get 'em for the cheap I just keep havin' these dreams, they tryna kill me in my sleep I spent thousands on these jeans, okay I keep pourin' up this lean, I'm probably pissin' pure codeine My cup dirty, but I'm clean, okay [Verse 1: FN DaDealer] Who the fuck said I was fallin' off? No way Niggas bitches, they get cops involved, they got ho ways I been tryna lock her jaws, in hеr mouth like Colgate Me and partnеr was breakin' laws, he just caught a cold case Turned dreams into reality, I grinded, should be glad for me They keep tryna tear me down, tryna build a masterpiece Fuck them niggas and whoever say they after me It's gon' be a whole lotta casualties Better not think 'bout jackin' me Killers right on side me Jefe tweakin' out, say he itchin' for a body I ain't nothin' like DeJ Loaf, please don't try me I ain't nothin' like DeJ Loaf, please don't try me [Chorus: FN DaDealer] Jumped off the porch into the streets just like a G Rubber bands up in my pants, that's why my pockets deep We been pushin' P, talkin' 'bout exotic weed I won't sell 'em high 'cause I can get 'em for the cheap I just keep havin' these dreams, they tryna kill me in my sleep I spent thousands on these jeans, okay I keep pourin' up this lean, I'm probably pissin' pure codeine My cup dirty, but I'm clean, okay [Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez] If you come in this hood and you ain't with me, you probably get robbed Pull some money out the bank just for some lean, I was havin' withdrawals With a model, she ain't touch her plate on a date, on purpose, she starvin' (Ain't nobody rat on you), your fault you bringin' up bodies in songs you recording Third strike, can't make a home run, he ain't safe, he need a handout That's your shooter, he ain't hit shit, nigga had a switch, y'all oughta branch off Know hood bitches sell clothes just like the stores, but they got the cheaper denim Our stylist was a booster, most our clothes still had the beepers in 'em I'm in the hood by the church, granny said no speakin' when the deacon enter But we stay and he drive forty minutes home when he done preachin' in it Had to cut you off, they say you chose, you took the stand and point your finger Still let him know I don't hate you, bitch, I'm disappointed in you We jumped off the porch into the streets just like a G Rubber bands inside my pants, that's why my pockets deep A thousand in a week, I'm talkin' exotic weed And I won't sell 'em high 'cause I can get 'em for the cheap [Chorus: FN DaDealer] Jumped off the porch into the streets just like a G Rubber bands up in my pants, that's why my pockets deep We been pushin' P, talkin' 'bout exotic weed I won't sell 'em high 'cause I can get 'em for the cheap I just keep havin' these dreams, they tryna kill me in my sleep I spent thousands on these jeans, okay I keep pourin' up this lean, I'm probably pissin' pure codeine My cup dirty, but I'm clean, okay [Outro: Rylo Rodriguez & FN DaDealer] Yeah, yeah Okay