I Got

I got druggies at my door
I got feiners on my line
They just needing for that blow
With my blade up on my side
I clean the streets up with this soap
I got lean up in my ride
I said everything's a go
Na tell me when to slide

I got this, I got that
I got this, I got that

I got druggies at my door
I got feiners on my line

I got money on the floor
I gotta bible on my nightstand
With a 38 in my right hand
Fight the Power and the white man
I decide to die for this shit
Momma don't ride she cry for this shit
Big homie like Bill Nye with that brick
Dark hustles, imma still shine for this shit
Going in circles imma still grind for this shit
You gone feel high when this hit
Imma kill time til it end

I got druggies at my door
I got feiners on my line
They just needing for that blow
With my blade up on my side
I clean the streets up with this soap
I got lean up in my ride
I said everything's a go
Na tell me when to slide

Feds bust the door
Run from the po
Rugs cover dope
Lunge for the door
Don't know where to go
Guns bout to blow
Lungs filled with smoke
Running too slow
Running too slow
Run in the coast
Run na

Running from Feds is just running from jury
Jumping them fences like they do in movies
Just got some mud on my brand new blue newbies
Running a 4.3 but feel like 2.3
Cops don't know me, but act like they knew
Can't catch me pursuing, so they trynna shoot me
They aiming so loosely
I'm slanting and juking
They panic and lose me
I'm nervous I'm moving
But back to the cool me

I got this, I got that
I got this, I got that

I got druggies at my door
I got feiners on my line
They just needing for that blow
With my blade up on my side
I clean the streets up with this soap
I got lean up in my ride
I said everything's a go
Just tell me when to slide



Credits
Writer(s): Bryson Brown
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