It Be the Ones
It be the ones that ain't got nothing to do, got sum' to say
It be the ones that say they finna' shoot gon' run away
I'm gon' be the one to take my people out the gutter baby
I won't stop this shit until my momma lit, my brothers straight
Love is dead, fuck a friend, put them bands in the safe
Twenty bands, fifty bands, hunnid bands
Get a plate
Who the man, Big Thunda
Juice man, minute maid
Who that man swerving through the interstate, getting paid
It be the ones that say they'd die for you
Thats the same people that's finna turn they back and lie to you
Swear I ain't need 'em, thats why I did this shit without 'em
They gon' act like you the problem but you can let that shit bother you
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones that say they love you
Be the ones that say they there for you
The ones that say they brothers
Ones that say they want a better you
But really they ain't for you
They don't want the best for you
They ain't got respect for you
Gangsters going federal
Real ones dying, this shit unacceptable
I can't let them get to me, I'm out here making better moves
I can never fold about no bitch, that shit against the rules
One thing 'bout them hoes, they gon' do whatever you let 'em do
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
Stay true to yourself, stand on your shit
Take care of your people
If you ain't out here living by the code, then we ain't equal
It be the ones who need you, finna act like they don't need you
Soon as they see you lit, they finna switch up how they treat you
That drama not for me, I can't get caught up in the middle
You try and come for me, my choppa make a instrumental
Ducking them police, they tried to catch me in the rental
All this pressure fucking with my damn mental
It's a war outside, I'm in the house
It's the summer but it's cold outside when I go out
It be the ones that don't go outside, running they mouth
If I love you then you know I'm finna ride 'til we out
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones that say they finna' shoot gon' run away
I'm gon' be the one to take my people out the gutter baby
I won't stop this shit until my momma lit, my brothers straight
Love is dead, fuck a friend, put them bands in the safe
Twenty bands, fifty bands, hunnid bands
Get a plate
Who the man, Big Thunda
Juice man, minute maid
Who that man swerving through the interstate, getting paid
It be the ones that say they'd die for you
Thats the same people that's finna turn they back and lie to you
Swear I ain't need 'em, thats why I did this shit without 'em
They gon' act like you the problem but you can let that shit bother you
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones that say they love you
Be the ones that say they there for you
The ones that say they brothers
Ones that say they want a better you
But really they ain't for you
They don't want the best for you
They ain't got respect for you
Gangsters going federal
Real ones dying, this shit unacceptable
I can't let them get to me, I'm out here making better moves
I can never fold about no bitch, that shit against the rules
One thing 'bout them hoes, they gon' do whatever you let 'em do
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
Stay true to yourself, stand on your shit
Take care of your people
If you ain't out here living by the code, then we ain't equal
It be the ones who need you, finna act like they don't need you
Soon as they see you lit, they finna switch up how they treat you
That drama not for me, I can't get caught up in the middle
You try and come for me, my choppa make a instrumental
Ducking them police, they tried to catch me in the rental
All this pressure fucking with my damn mental
It's a war outside, I'm in the house
It's the summer but it's cold outside when I go out
It be the ones that don't go outside, running they mouth
If I love you then you know I'm finna ride 'til we out
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
It be the ones, it be the ones
It be the ones
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Writer(s): Joseph Edward
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