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Yeah
What up, Uce?
Uh
I think I need therapy
Gotta talk and get some kind of clarity
My baby mama don't want me 'round my kid
Just imagine how that shit feel
Can't trust nobody in the hood
I know these niggas they'll kill me if they could
Every attempt ever made straight backfired
Tell the cops I'm legit, bitch, I rap now
Still on G shit, still on C shit
Everybody mad 'cause they thought I wouldn't be shit
Ten-eight and Broadway, niggas tried to murder me there
What up, Uce?
Uh
I think I need therapy
Gotta talk and get some kind of clarity
My baby mama don't want me 'round my kid
Just imagine how that shit feel
Can't trust nobody in the hood
I know these niggas they'll kill me if they could
Every attempt ever made straight backfired
Tell the cops I'm legit, bitch, I rap now
Still on G shit, still on C shit
Everybody mad 'cause they thought I wouldn't be shit
Ten-eight and Broadway, niggas tried to murder me there
If you ain't heard about me then you ain't from around there
Mr. Betty Crocker cake baker, casino breaker
Better suck it right now 'cause you won't see me later
Bro, I spend bands on this shit, put my mans on this shit
When I come up, don't be mad, you was playin' with this shit, nigga
It might sound crazy, I really love the hood
You ain't gotta worry, I'ma keep us lookin' good
Ten-Eight
Got myself an uzi and a black four-five
It might sound crazy, I really love the hood
You ain't gotta worry, I'ma keep us lookin' good
Ten-Eight
Got myself an uzi and a black four-five, uh
Mr. Betty Crocker cake baker, casino breaker
Better suck it right now 'cause you won't see me later
Bro, I spend bands on this shit, put my mans on this shit
When I come up, don't be mad, you was playin' with this shit, nigga
It might sound crazy, I really love the hood
You ain't gotta worry, I'ma keep us lookin' good
Ten-Eight
Got myself an uzi and a black four-five
It might sound crazy, I really love the hood
You ain't gotta worry, I'ma keep us lookin' good
Ten-Eight
Got myself an uzi and a black four-five, uh
Am I stuck in this shit?
Always in somethin' fast pullin' up to this shit
Always plottin' on gettin' me some money
Credit score almost at 800
Feel the pressure from the transition
Now the whole crew is hand-pickin'
Bust big plays, split bags with 'em
Couple times I fell off, but ain't nobody know
'Cause I move too fast, I'm right back on it
Back to the business, feds kickin' in the door
If I get back on some loced out crippin'
Niggas unhappy, makin' me nervous
Make one wrong move, I'ma squirt it
If I'm judged by twelve, what's the verdict?
See me, niggas, real motives and I heard it
Disturbin' that's how I let it go
And if it wasn't for music, y'all woulda been got smoked
It might sound crazy, I really love the hood
You ain't gotta worry, I'ma keep us lookin' good
Ten-Eight
What's happenin', bitch?
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