Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would've left your mans, that ain't one hundred, dawg
See, nowadays, it's like the fans doing the police job
Y'all talk that gangsta shit but cry when a n***a get knocked
You 'posed to walk it how you talk it
But shit, I still ain't got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn't have said he wrong
Fuck what they say, that's understood, we had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong

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Blood on your brother on the ground, go and pick your mans up
Damn right, we screaming self-defense, he shouldn't have never put his hands on me
Look at the footage, that's all the evidence, see them pussy n***as shouldn't have ran up on me
Who the fuck said that I was hidin'? I'm still ridin' 'round with them bands on me
And to set the records straight, I ain't never had no show inside the A
Million on my head, that's what they say
That's all you got? Bitch, make it eight
Come run up on me, bite the bait
Thirty clip on me, jump out, shake
That shit a shame
I'ma live this way until they put me in my grave
Ayy, we be on some beast shit
We be on some rockout with that Glock out, on some G shit
I be with them youngins, really mopped out on that three shit
We be on some blaka, blow they block off, hit they streets shit
We be on some fuckin' hit his mama house when his bitch in there