Dangerous
I come from the dirty south, most of my niggas ain't make it out
I grew up watching PBS Kids sitting on my mama couch
Ain't never had no figure, street life taught me what this world about
Ain't into that internet thuggin, never want that type of clout
Niggas act like bitches, all that typing what you steppin on
Die bout my respect, I'm on the same street that my opps be on
Vent to myself sometimes, fuck the world, I just wanna be alone
Can't give myself to no bitch, especially if I feel she do me wrong
Heart cold like ice, so I went and got me a Gucci Robe
Last nigga play with me, seen the end of the fucking road
I went to war for my brother, we did some shit that I ain't ever told
All my niggas solid, Pillsbury we got a lotta dough
Turnt up out my body, dumb shit, I'm full of hella dope
Die bout my respect I step on shit, I can't let it go
Most of them niggas be cappin bout the time they say they on
I die bout respect, live by the code, be the main goal
This for Lul MJ just know I gotchu put that on my soul
Savage my nigga, you know whats brackin, bitch don't ever fold
Niggas tried to cross us, now they 6 feet under the floor
Niggas wanna buck, hop out the cut, now we upping the pole
Ice around my neck, you would think that my jeweler hope I froze
I can't beef with no niggas especially if its about a hoe
It get tragic in the 804, already knowing how it go
Still thinking bout my past
Remember them days on Chippenham Road
Never put no hoe, before my bro, that's breaking G-Code
Tevin get the pack in, he got it coming in by the load
Baby 9 got that nine on him, he can't go nowhere without that pole
Rollin up a opp in this backwood, yeah we upping the score
Hoppin out the cut you gone get snuck, I don't give a fuck
I'm in love with money like I'm greedy I can't get enough
Higher than a motherfucking jet, got me feeling stuck
And I'm ballin like I'm playing for the Nets, I'm all about a buck
Let me out my body bitch don't worry bout whats in my cup
Just pour me up a 2-Liter, so I can go and double up
I'm good all through the South, they know my name
But you can't look me up
Free all my niggas locked in them chains I know that feeling rough
I grew up watching PBS Kids sitting on my mama couch
Ain't never had no figure, street life taught me what this world about
Ain't into that internet thuggin, never want that type of clout
Niggas act like bitches, all that typing what you steppin on
Die bout my respect, I'm on the same street that my opps be on
Vent to myself sometimes, fuck the world, I just wanna be alone
Can't give myself to no bitch, especially if I feel she do me wrong
Heart cold like ice, so I went and got me a Gucci Robe
Last nigga play with me, seen the end of the fucking road
I went to war for my brother, we did some shit that I ain't ever told
All my niggas solid, Pillsbury we got a lotta dough
Turnt up out my body, dumb shit, I'm full of hella dope
Die bout my respect I step on shit, I can't let it go
Most of them niggas be cappin bout the time they say they on
I die bout respect, live by the code, be the main goal
This for Lul MJ just know I gotchu put that on my soul
Savage my nigga, you know whats brackin, bitch don't ever fold
Niggas tried to cross us, now they 6 feet under the floor
Niggas wanna buck, hop out the cut, now we upping the pole
Ice around my neck, you would think that my jeweler hope I froze
I can't beef with no niggas especially if its about a hoe
It get tragic in the 804, already knowing how it go
Still thinking bout my past
Remember them days on Chippenham Road
Never put no hoe, before my bro, that's breaking G-Code
Tevin get the pack in, he got it coming in by the load
Baby 9 got that nine on him, he can't go nowhere without that pole
Rollin up a opp in this backwood, yeah we upping the score
Hoppin out the cut you gone get snuck, I don't give a fuck
I'm in love with money like I'm greedy I can't get enough
Higher than a motherfucking jet, got me feeling stuck
And I'm ballin like I'm playing for the Nets, I'm all about a buck
Let me out my body bitch don't worry bout whats in my cup
Just pour me up a 2-Liter, so I can go and double up
I'm good all through the South, they know my name
But you can't look me up
Free all my niggas locked in them chains I know that feeling rough
Credits
Writer(s): Shane Ross
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