[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
You squash it , man
It's a message , man
If you're hustlin' for fashion
Count on a n***a's pocket
Boy, you turned ... in the way
Holdin' the space,you're in the way
Boy, I swear you're in the way
Got a couple of homies in the pen,standing on their ...
You wait to squash space
Would you fuck n***as?
Yeah, you really fake
I'm afraid man
I swear you n***as in the way
Holdin' the space

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Got shot 99 times in the face
You hurt you body in the play
And your head in the lane
We losin' breath in the rhythm
I swear the trick ain't grey
I got a million dollar play and it's covered the day
I get a medium memo feeds to tell them to get out of the way
I'm in the club, okay you are late
I'm like a red nose pit
You can't take shit off my plate
I take a cure for my n***as and I set it in your face
You want an R&B rapper, you better listen to Drake
[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
If you're hustlin' for fashion
Count on a n***a's pocket
Boy, you turned ... in the way
Holdin' the space,you're in the way
Boy, I swear you're in the way
Got a couple of homies in the pen,standing on their ...
You wait to squash space
Would you fuck n***as?
Yeah, you're really fake
I'm afraid man
I swear you n***as in the way
Holdin' the space

[Verse 2: Peewee Longway]
How can I begin to fear
What all these suckers pretend?
Talk about what they're gettin'
And what they went on the weekend
Where do these n***as come from?
Holdin' space in the way
And all the real n***as are away
Can't take the pressure , gonna fall
When I was younger,I stood on my tip-toe
I got to go the long way
Wtf do you think I stand for?
Immitating a plant cause your lifestyle sucks
A n***a's money is to count on
You can't move for free
Anything has a price
[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
If you're hustlin' for fashion
Count on a n***a's pocket
Boy, you turned ... in the way
Holdin' the space,you're in the way
Boy, I swear you're in the way
Got a couple of homies in the pen,standing on their ...
You wait to squash space
Would you fuck n***as?
Yeah, you're really fake
I'm afraid man
I swear you n***as in the way
Holdin' the space

[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
You all n***as don't want no money
You're hustlin' for fashion
I'm in love with digital scales and some sandwich baggies
Catchin' me in and out
And I fly without no luggage
We sound like we're ballin' without no budge
We were running to the cars since I was a youngie
Momma told me that I wouldn't make it
You only got 2 options
Get up and take it
N***a get that money, dont know why that smile in your face
And talk behind your back
[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
If you're hustlin' for fashion
Count on a n***a's pocket
Boy, you turned ... in the way
Holdin' the space,you're in the way
Boy, I swear you're in the way
Got a couple of homies in the pen,standing on their ...
You wait to squash space
Would you fuck n***as?
Yeah, you're really fake
I'm afraid man
I swear you n***as in the way
Holdin' the space