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Rich Gang

"Neighborhood"

[Verse 1: Ralo]
At night I think about it, them n*ggas can't without me
Them b*tches tried to doubt me, a n*gga came up out it
One thing about it, n*ggas ain't 'bout it, you was just talking
How could they doubt me? How could they doubt me? they was surround me
How could they give it and take it from us?
All of my n*ggas done made it with us
f*ck all them haters, they can't get in touch
I was impatient, I was in a rush
I just been ballin' and making that money
I came from nothing, I made it, I promise
f*ck all that comments, the hatin' abundance
Tell them I want this 'cause nobody done this
I just been stacking it up
They did not show me no love, I got this sh*t out the mud
I stood in front of that judge, I didn't have much, I barely made it to court
I love my mama's support, she didn't abort, I owe that lady the world
Tell her I did it for her, I did it for her, she still my favorite lil girl

[Chorus: Birdman]
Yeah, we move them bricks in my neighborhood
Double strapped with them MAC's in my neighborhood
We get the money, flip them hundreds in my neighborhood
I'm staying toe ten down in my neighborhood
Bust guns and don't trip n*gga
Play around and get flipped n*gga
Hustle, this for them Crips n*gga
We do this sh*t just for them flips n*gga
We all gravy in my neighborhood
We get the money, keep it running in my neighborhood

[Verse 2: Ralo]
I'm in the bricks, I'm in the bricks, don't come in the bricks
I'm with your b*tch, you want your b*tch, she want the di*k
Ralo pull up in that Wraith in the Bluff
None of these n*ggas can take it from us
f*ck what it was, lil ho we does
We just be f*cking these hoes just because
f*ck their opinion, I know that I did it
All of my n*ggas gon' handle their business
I get it, I spend it, you know that I'm winning
None of my n*ggas been broke in a minute
All of these b*tches embrace me, I think it's because of my bracelet
You see the look on they faces, you know them n*ggas was hating
Tell 'em that I'm gonna win, I'm gonna do it again, look where my n*ggas have been, yeah
I just got out of the pen, now I get rich off a pen, yeah
They just remember me selling dope
I used to live at that yellow store
That lil n*gga doing better though
I ain't ever going back to broke

[Chorus: Birdman]
Yeah, we move them bricks in my neighborhood
Double strapped with them MAC's in my neighborhood
We get the money, flip them hundreds in my neighborhood
I'm staying toe ten down in my neighborhood
Bust guns and don't trip n*gga
Play around and get flipped n*gga
Hustle, this for them Crips n*gga
We do this sh*t just for them flips n*gga
We all gravy in my neighborhood
We get the money, keep it running in my neighborhood

[Verse 3: Derez De'Shon]
Time is money, got the Rollie and the scale on me
On the highway with no license and them bales on me
I got a stick on me right now, that loud talking, better pipe down
'Fore I catch a body right now, yeah, yeah, I'm talking right now
I'm from southside, Clayton County
'Fore you try it better think about it
Rex Road, n*ggas bang about it
Everybody having paper round me
Most of these n*ggas be lying
Most of these n*ggas be lying, never committed a crime
Pull out that fire and they crying, what's on the back of your mind?
I'm on that mob sh*t like Lil Hitty
I'm stealing, we rob sh*t, and we killin'
No swiping no card sh*t, in the trenches
Got dope in the closet and the skillets
Crips and Bloods show me love in my neighborhood
Before you cross me better be cautious in my neighborhood, yeah

[Chorus: Birdman]
Yeah, we move them bricks in my neighborhood
Double strapped with them MAC's in my neighborhood
We get the money, flip them hundreds in my neighborhood
I'm staying toe ten down in my neighborhood
Bust guns and don't trip n*gga
Play around and get flipped n*gga
Hustle, this for them Crips n*gga
We do this sh*t just for them flips n*gga
We all gravy in my neighborhood
We get the money, keep it running in my neighborhood

[Outro: Birdman]
Yeah, you understand?
Bright lights and I ain't talkin' 'bout the ikes, you dig?
Spark for my dead homies
And I ride for my n*ggas, n*gga
Hustle, we hustle, hustle n*gga
We get the money, go to trippin' n*gga
Put that gauge to your head n*gga
Open safes or you're dead n*gga
Brrat, Rich Gang or don't, Rich Gang or don't, yeah
It's Rich Gang or don't
Lil Ralo, I'm f*ckin' with you n*gga
Derez, I'm ridin' with you n*gga
London, we out here boy
Three-oh-five-oh-four
Heater, we bust a n*gga, we bust a n*gga
We bust a n*gga, then blaow
One hundred, let's get it

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