In Here (feat. Noodah05)
First off
Let's have a moment of silence
For all of our brothers we lost this year
I turned my G-shock into an Audemars
I'm gonna floss this year
She wanna pic with a n****
Cause she see that my diamonds shining
I told her no cause these women be eating
These bitches be dining
But I was a dog for real
Order girls to my crib like it's Postmates
I was door dashing she was soul snatching and
The second she done told her go away
I knew that I couldn't keep her the shordie
She came with more drama than Broadway
The city I come from don't care about the law
These n****s be shooting in broad day
You told me to kick rocks
So don't ask why my foots bloody
Before I was popping in 81 countries
You know that the hood loved me
Now my Rollie don't tik tok
I ain't got it from hood money
I stay on the same block in the same hood
With the same crodies ain't shit funny like damn
I run to a bag n**** then fuck it up with my bro's in here
With the same gang n**** it's all friends ain't no foes in here
You getting mad n**** come try me ain't no hoes in here
I'm getting cash n**** stay hungry on 10 toes in here
I pull up with John Cena tints
Yves Saint Laurent on my shit
Dom Pèrignon on my lips
I could tsunami your bitch
I run to a bag n**** then fuck it up with my bro's in here
I'm getting cash n**** stay hungry on 10 toes in here
I run up a bag in a drought
I don't know why he scared
I put the game on the map
I ain't never failed
I ain't never said Imma leave my brothers
We down till the end got summers in
Made a thousand dollars off of narcotics
Back then we was getting the bundles in
Bro had caught the ball and got that sac
And he didn't fumble then
Thuggin on my own jumped in the streets
I'm in the lions den
If you plug we buyers then
She won't fuck I'll buy her friend
Them shots went off and then he hesitated
So we fly his friend
I run to a bag n**** then fuck it up with my bro's in here
With the same gang n**** it's all friends ain't no foes in here
You getting mad n**** come try me ain't no hoes in here
I'm getting cash n**** stay hungry on 10 toes in here
I pull up with John Cena tints
Yves Saint Laurent on my shit
Dom Pèrignon on my lips
I could tsunami your bitch
I run to a bag n**** then fuck it up with my bro's in here
I'm getting cash n**** stay hungry on 10 toes in here
Let's have a moment of silence
For all of our brothers we lost this year
I turned my G-shock into an Audemars
I'm gonna floss this year
She wanna pic with a n****
Cause she see that my diamonds shining
I told her no cause these women be eating
These bitches be dining
But I was a dog for real
Order girls to my crib like it's Postmates
I was door dashing she was soul snatching and
The second she done told her go away
I knew that I couldn't keep her the shordie
She came with more drama than Broadway
The city I come from don't care about the law
These n****s be shooting in broad day
You told me to kick rocks
So don't ask why my foots bloody
Before I was popping in 81 countries
You know that the hood loved me
Now my Rollie don't tik tok
I ain't got it from hood money
I stay on the same block in the same hood
With the same crodies ain't shit funny like damn
I run to a bag n**** then fuck it up with my bro's in here
With the same gang n**** it's all friends ain't no foes in here
You getting mad n**** come try me ain't no hoes in here
I'm getting cash n**** stay hungry on 10 toes in here
I pull up with John Cena tints
Yves Saint Laurent on my shit
Dom Pèrignon on my lips
I could tsunami your bitch
I run to a bag n**** then fuck it up with my bro's in here
I'm getting cash n**** stay hungry on 10 toes in here
I run up a bag in a drought
I don't know why he scared
I put the game on the map
I ain't never failed
I ain't never said Imma leave my brothers
We down till the end got summers in
Made a thousand dollars off of narcotics
Back then we was getting the bundles in
Bro had caught the ball and got that sac
And he didn't fumble then
Thuggin on my own jumped in the streets
I'm in the lions den
If you plug we buyers then
She won't fuck I'll buy her friend
Them shots went off and then he hesitated
So we fly his friend
I run to a bag n**** then fuck it up with my bro's in here
With the same gang n**** it's all friends ain't no foes in here
You getting mad n**** come try me ain't no hoes in here
I'm getting cash n**** stay hungry on 10 toes in here
I pull up with John Cena tints
Yves Saint Laurent on my shit
Dom Pèrignon on my lips
I could tsunami your bitch
I run to a bag n**** then fuck it up with my bro's in here
I'm getting cash n**** stay hungry on 10 toes in here
Credits
Writer(s): Daenan Gyimah, Gaurav Kumar
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