Thinkin' 'bout me and you alone
Delete your pictures off my phone
If you're not here, then where'd you go?
Born in the dirt, died in the snow
There's murder on the streets, yeah
There's murder on the streets
I've seen brothers beat by money
Brothers beat by the police, on TV
If I go to sleep will I find some peace?
Will she flex on me?
Wish the best for me?
Write some checks for me?
This time come next year, who will disappear?
Smoke inside my room, then we disappear
Who gon' disappear?
Get your gang right
Get your gang right
Gotta make sure you and your gang tight
Get your gang right
Get your gang right
Gotta make sure you're livin' your life right
Get your gang right
Get your gang right
Gotta make sure you and your gang tight
Get your gang right
Get your gang right
Gotta make sure you're livin' your life right
Most faded nigga, when I walk in
It's a murder, man, I pulled up in a fuckin' coffin
It's a little south of town, yeah I'm that way often
Yeah I'm 'bout it
Brought the team, your space is crowded
Call it what you want, baby, I'ma call it ballin'
Told 'em what I want, then I went and fuckin' got it
Danger money in the city, it's Atlanta Garden, I'm never sorry
Hate the way they feel about it, I'm never sorry
Get your gang right
Get your gang right
Gotta make sure you and your gang tight
Get your gang right
Get your gang right
Gotta make sure you're livin' your life right
Get your gang right
Get your gang right
Gotta make sure you and your gang tight
Get your gang right
Get your gang right
Gotta make sure you're livin' your life right
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