When you coming from a land where the guns don't jam
And you feel your niggas in a trance
Everybody want they stamp so they putting on a stand
So they feel they been the man
Like a man was ever in the household
Man when he left out you was how old
Man that shit always rubbed me in the wrong way
Almost shot my 31 in the hallway
I ain't never do ski trips
Ski mask on you don't see shit
Any given Sunday will he beam this
Bullet through your dome like Dallas (Cowboys)
Pushing on my buttons you gon dial this
Number to god that's a foul trip
I don't even know when I talk now
I don't even know what it cost it now
Shit
Ain't bragging know a lot stay flagging
Like the ref seen infractions breaking down our rations
Uncle hate me but taxing listen to me not babbling
My dogs backwoods be passing who can tell me what happened
Had dogs pass them back woods looking for my people
Now the sequel is a little nigga running round the hood with a dessert eagle
Not equal to the skin so white where you probably ask god to bleach you
Know I see you but you gotta stay true to yourself
White wash Clorox to a color don't help but
When you coming from a land where the guns don't jam
And you feel your niggas in a trance
Everybody want they stamp so they putting on a stand
So they feel they been the man
Like a man was ever in the household
Man when he left out you was how old
Man that shit always rubbed me in the wrong way
Almost shot my 31 in the hallway
I don't never wanna preach and shit like I'm pass the rich
I might pass a bitch and brown water sip till a nigga sick
Like it was flint but I still ain't flinch
No father figure but I had big poppa
Told me f*ck hoes never said be proper
Now we got our pants hanging lower than our boxers
Yeah he got that strap nothing wrong with his posture
Black man don't slow down let em know who the man now
We was broke but we been found how we built never break down
We was up on the backstreets wasn't listening to backstreet
Find it hard but we made peace they don't get it if you ask me
When you coming from a land where the guns don't jam
And you feel your niggas in a trance
Everybody want they stamp so they putting on a stand
So they feel they been the man
Like a man was ever in the household
Man when he left out you was how old
Man that shit always rubbed me in the wrong way
Almost shot my 31 in the hallway
Almost shot my 31 in the hallway
Almost shot my 31 in the hallway
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When you coming from a land where the guns don't jam
And you feel your niggas in a trance
Everybody want they stamp so they putting on a stand
So they feel they been the man
Like a man was ever in the household
Man when he left out you was how old
Man that shit always rubbed me in the wrong way
Almost shot my 31 in the hallway
I ain't never do ski trips
Ski mask on you don't see shit
Any given Sunday will he beam this
Bullet through your dome like Dallas (Cowboys)
Pushing on my buttons you gon dial this
Number to god that's a foul trip
I don't even know when I talk now
I don't even know what it cost it now
Shit
Ain't bragging know a lot stay flagging
Like the ref seen infractions breaking down our rations
Uncle hate me but taxing listen to me not babbling
My dogs backwoods be passing who can tell me what happened
Had dogs pass them back woods looking for my people
Now the sequel is a little nigga running round the hood with a dessert eagle
Not equal to the skin so white where you probably ask god to bleach you
Know I see you but you gotta stay true to yourself
White wash Clorox to a color don't help but
When you coming from a land where the guns don't jam
And you feel your niggas in a trance
Everybody want they stamp so they putting on a stand
So they feel they been the man
Like a man was ever in the household
Man when he left out you was how old
Man that shit always rubbed me in the wrong way
Almost shot my 31 in the hallway
I don't never wanna preach and shit like I'm pass the rich
I might pass a bitch and brown water sip till a nigga sick
Like it was flint but I still ain't flinch
No father figure but I had big poppa
Told me f*ck hoes never said be proper
Now we got our pants hanging lower than our boxers
Yeah he got that strap nothing wrong with his posture
Black man don't slow down let em know who the man now
We was broke but we been found how we built never break down
We was up on the backstreets wasn't listening to backstreet
Find it hard but we made peace they don't get it if you ask me
When you coming from a land where the guns don't jam
And you feel your niggas in a trance
Everybody want they stamp so they putting on a stand
So they feel they been the man
Like a man was ever in the household
Man when he left out you was how old
Man that shit always rubbed me in the wrong way
Almost shot my 31 in the hallway
Almost shot my 31 in the hallway
Almost shot my 31 in the hallway
And you feel your niggas in a trance
Everybody want they stamp so they putting on a stand
So they feel they been the man
Like a man was ever in the household
Man when he left out you was how old
Man that shit always rubbed me in the wrong way
Almost shot my 31 in the hallway
I ain't never do ski trips
Ski mask on you don't see shit
Any given Sunday will he beam this
Bullet through your dome like Dallas (Cowboys)
Pushing on my buttons you gon dial this
Number to god that's a foul trip
I don't even know when I talk now
I don't even know what it cost it now
Shit
Ain't bragging know a lot stay flagging
Like the ref seen infractions breaking down our rations
Uncle hate me but taxing listen to me not babbling
My dogs backwoods be passing who can tell me what happened
Had dogs pass them back woods looking for my people
Now the sequel is a little nigga running round the hood with a dessert eagle
Not equal to the skin so white where you probably ask god to bleach you
Know I see you but you gotta stay true to yourself
White wash Clorox to a color don't help but
When you coming from a land where the guns don't jam
And you feel your niggas in a trance
Everybody want they stamp so they putting on a stand
So they feel they been the man
Like a man was ever in the household
Man when he left out you was how old
Man that shit always rubbed me in the wrong way
Almost shot my 31 in the hallway
I don't never wanna preach and shit like I'm pass the rich
I might pass a bitch and brown water sip till a nigga sick
Like it was flint but I still ain't flinch
No father figure but I had big poppa
Told me f*ck hoes never said be proper
Now we got our pants hanging lower than our boxers
Yeah he got that strap nothing wrong with his posture
Black man don't slow down let em know who the man now
We was broke but we been found how we built never break down
We was up on the backstreets wasn't listening to backstreet
Find it hard but we made peace they don't get it if you ask me
When you coming from a land where the guns don't jam
And you feel your niggas in a trance
Everybody want they stamp so they putting on a stand
So they feel they been the man
Like a man was ever in the household
Man when he left out you was how old
Man that shit always rubbed me in the wrong way
Almost shot my 31 in the hallway
Almost shot my 31 in the hallway
Almost shot my 31 in the hallway
Writer: Joshua Bailey
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