作词 : Yaya Berete/Dayvon Bennett

作曲 : Yaya Berete/Dayvon Bennett

I'm back in the hood with them ***** again

I'm from a place where these niggas be judging

Back in the day I was struggling

They locked up couple niggas been smuggling

They want smoke with my youngins, want all of it

Give 'em guns, give it back when you done with it

I throw ones any ******* I **** with

Get the drop, you know that I'm coming with it

Got no job, I'm just running a hundred bricks

Oh, I'm in love with these hundreds, a hundreds shit

No adrenaline, I just be running shit

Play with my life and my shooters get rid of him

Run it up 'cause I just be sеttling

All this love be coming with jealousy

Got еnough, I don't like your energy

Through the worst but God had to help me

Shit getting easy and peasy

Screaming they love 'cause I'm on the rap shit

They was back on selling them cubans

She tryna link but I ****** on her bestie

In the trenches they be copy and pasting

Now I do what I do, so please do not at me

I was broke and I felt abandoned

Sending lows, we taking the package

I can flow just like my last *****

You want smoke? Better come with some static

Brand new Glizzy, it came with no practice

We get busy and stop up traffic

I get cocky and swear I won't say shit

Claiming you crazy but I'm on the same shit

I'm the baby that came from the basement

And got crazy, I come from the trenches

If it's spraying, I'm painting the cars

Guarantee that they taking the loss

Not a Hugo, you know I'm a boss

Just like UNO, I'm playing my cards

Got the drop and you niggas start panicking

mannequin

I know niggas be switching like temperatures

Money for days, I ain't watching the calendar

Got no option, I told her come ride with us

Watch this, it's some niggas, they ready in the back, yeah

I throw ones any ******* I **** with

Get the drop, you know that I'm coming with it

Got no job, I'm just running a hundred bricks

Oh, I'm in love with these hundreds, a hundreds shit

No adrenaline, I just be running shit

Play with my life and my shooters get rid of him (Uh-huh)

Run it up 'cause I just be settling (Von)

All this love be coming with jealousy (Damn)

Got enough, I don't like your energy

Through the worst but God had to help me (Von)

Call me and I'm coming with 2.23's

I do fluently, this **** ain't new to me (Uh-huh)

I'm on the block with my shirt off and all of my chains (Huh?)

Ain't **** you gon' do to me (What? What? What?)

I hit the corner and shoot like I'm 23 (Boom)

Get to bussing, they thinking it's two of me (Boom, boom)

I grew up bad, the streets they influenced me (Uh-huh)

My mama couldn't even get through to me (Damn, damn)

I'm shooting first 'cause a nigga ain't shooting me (Nah)

They killed my daddy, I couldn't even go to sleep (Damn, damn)

Ain't got no limit and I'm feeling like Master P (Damn, huh? Huh?)

They locked the door on my block and I found the key (Damn, damn)

They say, "Von, put the guns down" (Who? What?)

Then what? Stand there, get ran down

You won't believe how many niggas I done fanned down (What? Huh?)

I done turn my opps to fans now (Damn)

I done got rich, what's the plan now? (What's the plan?)

My momma got a house and a 2020 Benz now (Twenty Benz now)

I can **** any ***** I want off Instagram now (Instagram now)

I been that but, *****, I'm the man now (I'm the man now)

I'm back in the hood with them ***** again

I'm from a place where these niggas be judging

Back in the day I was struggling

They locked up couple niggas been smuggling

They want smoke with my youngins, want all of it

Give 'em guns, give it back when you done with it

I throw ones any ******* I **** with

Get the drop, you know that I'm coming with it

Got no job, I'm just running a hundred bricks

Oh, I'm in love with these hundreds, a hundreds shit

No adrenaline, I just be running shit

Play with my life and my shooters get rid of him

Run it up 'cause I just be settling

All this love be coming with jealousy

Got enough, I don't like your energy

Through the worst but God had to help me