B-Town

617, better watch where you steppin'
G-17, you get lit by a freshman
It ain't sweet, it's sour, creep up on you like a lemon
Pointin' at the feet, get caught in the wrong section
Flexin' yesterday, then you end up on the news
Don't come out the house, there's no way that I can lose
We don't use the 12, they ain't looking for no clues
It's a war outside, better hope they take your shoes

Ain't nobody talkin', better off just walkin'
Bodies keep on droppin', can't get put in a coffin
He see that's his own, but he still gonna rob him
I can't hang with people, 'cause that's just how they doggin'
They be way too young, you ain't even live your life
It be over stupid stuff, because you lost a fight
These kids, they be salty, so they make 'em see the light
(These kids, they be salty, so they make 'em see the light)
(These kids, they be salty, so they make 'em see the light)

617, better watch where you steppin'
G-17, you get lit by a freshman
It ain't sweet, it's sour, creep up on you like a lemon
Pointin' at the feet, get caught in the wrong section
Flexin' yesterday, then you end up on the news
Don't come out the house, there's no way that I can lose
We don't use the 12, they ain't looking for no clues
It's a war outside, better hope they take your shoes

Big mad, RIP to all the soldiers
Yeah, it's really sad, picked the demon on your shoulder
It feel different, yeah, the city gettin' colder
It feel different, I don't wanna see this culture

617, better watch where you steppin'
G-17, you get lit by a freshman
It ain't sweet, it's sour, creep up on you like a lemon
Pointin' at the feet, get caught in the wrong section
Flexin' yesterday, then you end up on the news



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Writer(s): Michael F. Hernandez, Kamau Kaan, Makenton Louis Jr.
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