[Hook: Gunna Dee](x2)
Tryna make it out the hood but I come back around
Back around
Nothing for me in my hood but pushing crack around
Crack around

[Verse 1: Gunna Dee]
I ain't on no petty shit, grinding for that city shit
Swear fighting up in the pit, don't be on no pity shit
I ain't from the city, nah, I'm from the shitty bit
Chilling from them dark blocks, looking at the city lit
Came from nothing, understand? I came from nothing, understand?
Nothing's planned, so I plan nothing
But to get rich
But on the other hand, there's other plans of handcuffing (fuck the feds)
But I can't leave the street shit
Tryna eat from music, just so these feds can eat shit
These pussy n***as ain't the truth
They just sound confident when they speak shit
N***a, I'm the truth
Proof is in the pudding, no cake? Where's your proof?
I can't take how they move
N***as too fake like a tooth

[Hook](x2)
[Verse 2: Ghetts]
N***as say they don't see me in the hood again
And I be like yo, when I aimed to get out
You must have forgotten
Amnesia my n***a, oh, it's becoming too common
You ain't gonna see me postered up
Unless I'm on a poster, blud
I don't even hear when there's raves in the ends
Please don't act like I'm supposed to come
Cause when I'm around, they act like I ain't welcome
Look at the way my man's looking at me
You would've thought I fucked his girlfriend
And other man are like "Ghetts, holla at me"
But what they gonna say if I belled em?
(What you want fam? Come check me, let's get high, darg)
Yeah? Well then
Dead that, Sus came around with that Bentley
I jumped in and I revved that
Test drive
I jumped back in my Merc and immediately turned to a very depressed man
I phone my n***a CJ in the AM, and this is what he said
If you want one, get that, go hard for it
God forbid rap comes to a number, if it does, move like, move dark for it
But if you got a Bentley, when you're parking it
You're gonna need a suburban yard for it
I'm gonna private plate and carbon it
I want it all, not half of it
[Hook](x2)