[ Featuring Paper Boy Trell ]
Got my back against the wall
Got my back against the wall
This for my brothers, miss y'all
I'ma ball with my dawg (my dawgs)
Free my brothers out them chains
We ain't givin' out no name (no names)
We ain't givin out no names (no names)
Twist your fingers, throw your gang up
Twist your fingers, throw your gang up
This for my brothers in them chains
This for my brothers locked up in them chains
We ain't givin' out no name
Twist your finger, throw up your gang
Smokin' fruit, I'm in my own lane
Devil gon' blow dat thang, hit propane
Every time I step, they know my name
Thank he a bird, think he a plane
Goin' berserk, it's all in my brain
East coast, I am boolin' with the gang
Lookin' good, thinkin' bout' to play
Got a bad bitch, she all in my face
Tryna make my baby mama catch a case
Throw it up nigga, then his bombs away
Keep three niggas with me, D-Wade
Baby, I'm ballin', Penny Hardaway
They steady beggin' me to throw my heart away
They tellin' me to go, but which way
A couple got geeked, a couple turned gay
I just took off, went outer space
I just got geeked off Alize
They steady tryna push the goat away
You can't name a beat I can't slay
I'm a dog, baby, I'm a stray
Hard body bed where I lay
On my knees for you, I pray
I just popped a Perc yesterday
Now my stomach hurt like four days
Feel like Meech, I'm in the hallway
I'm gon' ball, I do it every day
I'm not friendly, I ain't sayin' hey
He ain't still back, I pushed him out the way
She wanna f*ck, I nutted on her face
Told the rap game I been on the way
I've been on the way
I'ma have to get this shit my own way
Got a big bill, you think I harvest hay
I'm CJ, no Lay-Lay
Know a couple bitches thats down to play
I'ma have to take you back my way
If I take you my way, baby
Please don't talk about that day
This for my brothers locked up in them chains
We ain't givin' out no name
Twist your finger, throw up your gang
Smokin' fruit, I'm in my own lane
Devil gon' blow dat thang, hit propane
Every time I step, they know my name
Thank he a bird, think he a plane
Goin' berserk, it's all in my brain
East coast, I am boolin' with the gang
Lookin' good, thinkin' bout' to play
I get the money, cause I really want it
Pop a few perks and we on it
I been rollin', I ain't sleepin' this morning
Throw it back, let me see what you doin
All my niggas really up, no lie
Lost some, swear to God, that I cried
I been swimmin', but I'm feelin' the tide
Throw a beat, and you see how I ride
Let me shop, and all this Gualbertoin my pants
Fell down, came up, I'm the man
You only hit me to see by the ground
You never hit me to see how I am
We on the vibe, and we started to wave
Niggas hatin', cause I'm catchin' these plays
I get a check and go blow up the mall
Middle fingers in the air for the law
Really drip and get a blow for the sauce
I can never ever take a loss
Only thing in my vision is a bag
For baby, ain't gonna come listen to Spazz
This is for Paper, my fingers got rash
Anderson in me, bout to cash
Seventeen with a son, for real
Can't be slackin', gotta round up a meal
Livin' fast, y'all know how I feel
Hope I make it before a nigga get killed
Free my nigga J5
Fightin' hard to survive
Came up, took them guns and knives
You can see it in my eyes
I've been leanin' way back
Paranoid with a straw
You gon' have to take a lie
Pussy niggas get clout
Off the porch, MP Cola
Cena tweakin' off the Yola
Playin' with the baking soda
Don't say that I told you
This for my brothers locked up in them chains
We ain't givin' out no name
Twist your finger, throw up your gang
Smokin' fruit, I'm in my own lane
Devil gon' blow dat thang, hit propane
Every time I step, they know my name
Thank he a bird, think he a plane
Goin' berserk, it's all in my brain
East coast, I am boolin' with the gang
Lookin' good, thinkin' bout' to play
Got a bad bitch, y'all in my face
