We The Infants
First things first, I thank God for my breath
I take a piss, I roll a blunt
And then I'm off to the set
I tell my niggas, "I'm here," but the door unlocked
Speak to my cousin on the couch
And then I head for the top
Damn, the pack just hit
Celebrating, we shop
I like to kick it with my niggas 'cause we all we got
I got a 5-50 shell, Backwoods on me
We gon' smoke all five, then find something to eat
Bro suggesting empire
Shit, that sound real neat
But the only fucking question is, "Who riding with me?"
I think Qzzy took the place, so we shake for the spot
Don't forget to put the glizzy in the new stash box
This that riding with my niggas 'cause we don't give a fuck
This that riding with my niggas 'cause we cutting how we cut
This that riding with them choppas 'cause niggas said it's up
If the rap don't work, then I'm back in the cut
I know everybody say that, but bitch I really mean it
I been sleeping with a Sig
I been spraying down my demons
This that live from the field, cock it back, don't leave a witness
I had told you we the trillest, I had told you we the
This that riding with my niggas 'cause we don't give a fuck
This that riding with my niggas 'cause we cutting how we cut
This that riding with them choppas 'cause niggas said it's up
If the rap don't work, then I'm back in the cut
Ghetto babies for real
Very few had fathers
Only look up to steppers and real niggas with dollars
Until the real turned bad and the young got stupid
Trade my summer for sentence, I know we living too ruthless
My mama stressing, she roofless
But we got stamps for the low
And we got bales in the set
And I got pills on go
We still good with a flat
I pop the lock then I go
"Don't touch shit with a sensor"
Yeah, my nigga, I know
I flipped the mattress for straps
I checked the closet for dope
I grabbed some games for the kids
Got really... for the low
I got some brand new 5's
Yeah, I'ma rock 'em 'fasho
I take them shits right home
I bet my mama won't know
This that riding with my niggas 'cause we don't give a fuck
This that riding with my niggas 'cause we cutting how we cut
This that riding with them choppas 'cause niggas said it's up
If the rap don't work, then I'm back in the cut
I know everybody say that, but bitch I really mean it
I been sleeping with the Siegen
I been spraying down my demons
This that live from the field, cock it back, don't leave a witness
I had told you we the trillest, I had told you we the
I take a piss, I roll a blunt
And then I'm off to the set
I tell my niggas, "I'm here," but the door unlocked
Speak to my cousin on the couch
And then I head for the top
Damn, the pack just hit
Celebrating, we shop
I like to kick it with my niggas 'cause we all we got
I got a 5-50 shell, Backwoods on me
We gon' smoke all five, then find something to eat
Bro suggesting empire
Shit, that sound real neat
But the only fucking question is, "Who riding with me?"
I think Qzzy took the place, so we shake for the spot
Don't forget to put the glizzy in the new stash box
This that riding with my niggas 'cause we don't give a fuck
This that riding with my niggas 'cause we cutting how we cut
This that riding with them choppas 'cause niggas said it's up
If the rap don't work, then I'm back in the cut
I know everybody say that, but bitch I really mean it
I been sleeping with a Sig
I been spraying down my demons
This that live from the field, cock it back, don't leave a witness
I had told you we the trillest, I had told you we the
This that riding with my niggas 'cause we don't give a fuck
This that riding with my niggas 'cause we cutting how we cut
This that riding with them choppas 'cause niggas said it's up
If the rap don't work, then I'm back in the cut
Ghetto babies for real
Very few had fathers
Only look up to steppers and real niggas with dollars
Until the real turned bad and the young got stupid
Trade my summer for sentence, I know we living too ruthless
My mama stressing, she roofless
But we got stamps for the low
And we got bales in the set
And I got pills on go
We still good with a flat
I pop the lock then I go
"Don't touch shit with a sensor"
Yeah, my nigga, I know
I flipped the mattress for straps
I checked the closet for dope
I grabbed some games for the kids
Got really... for the low
I got some brand new 5's
Yeah, I'ma rock 'em 'fasho
I take them shits right home
I bet my mama won't know
This that riding with my niggas 'cause we don't give a fuck
This that riding with my niggas 'cause we cutting how we cut
This that riding with them choppas 'cause niggas said it's up
If the rap don't work, then I'm back in the cut
I know everybody say that, but bitch I really mean it
I been sleeping with the Siegen
I been spraying down my demons
This that live from the field, cock it back, don't leave a witness
I had told you we the trillest, I had told you we the
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Writer(s): Michael Cox, John Wesley Groover, Caleb Oliver Brown, Elliott Guillory Ii
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