BigMoneyRussgang

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[Intro: BandGang Biggs] Come on now Ayy [Verse 1: BandGang Biggs] It been hard on me, I done went to jail, got back out to ball I ain't take the stand and tell on niggas, I was standin' tall (Jxckk just want a drink) When the judge read my guidelines, the courtroom paused Stuck the middle finger at the judge, told her, "Suck my balls" I hit the county, I was hungry, takin' niggas' trays Beatin' niggas' ass for no reason, they just catchin' strays Youngins hungry, pokin' niggas up for some Frito-Lays Got us in poverty, but lock us up for makin' plays This shit crazy, this my life, I'm just tellin' my story Don't shit faze me, grab the pipe and send shots out the 40 Pull up to the hood givin' all my niggas lanes like Tory I was in the block while you was in the house like Cory I was on my buck, have ambitions, bought a Wraith like Raven Nicknamin' my whip as "Lord Knows", Zach and Cody saved me I remember days on the block where them wizards get wavy Hannah Montana, got fiends droppin' to the fuckin' pavement I miss them days when me and Pay was juggin' back-to-back Goin' up to Hutch, buyin' buffies, goin' rack for rack Matchin' quarters on the block, goin' sack for sack Man, I miss my dog, why you leave your baby sick like that? [Verse 2: BandGang Javar] I know somewhere it's an old white man trippin' Probably vegan now, hit his car for so much chicken Was fifteen-sixteen, young as hell whippin' Had ten-twenty on me, pullin' up on hoes trippin' Ice buffs ten on me, had the teachers tappin' in Sent Ms. Glass to Fort Wayne, she was tired of them kids That bitch lucky she ain't bump into Biggs You would've had her old ass comin' back with ten You was watchin' Shrek, I was runnin' out of Kroger Biggs was on the block sellin' mud like the ogre He a roll on me, thought I was switchin' over I just made 20K with Jizzle, it was over That ain't shit, I made a hundred K with Keeble Racks When I read the paperwork, feel like a knife in my back Rose the one, ****, him and Pooh **** How you tell them people all that? [Verse 3: RussBoy Trey] I remember all them niggas sayin' I'd be right back Now I got fifty 'round my neck, doin' skits with Jack Blew a five-ball up at Neimans, six at Saks (Cash) I went to school with dog, why he lyin' in his raps? (Cap) Every Glock got a switch like we from the 'Raq (Switchie) My bro died, they mans died, nigga, that's a fact I feel like Durk, we on his ass where his shows at (Where they at?) I show no love in the game 'cause that'll get you whacked (Fah, fah) This real rapper weed, smoke his ass out the pack This rap game full of snitches, man, I'm tired of rats (You know it) Man, I'm tired of rap Everywhere I go, I keep my chopper, tryna catch a hat (Fah-fah, what you doin', Trey?) I just be talkin' crazy I love violence, fuck a bigger picture, I ain't no Lil Baby (Facts) Walked in with twenty thousand, I see why they hate me I ain't gettin' niggas smoked in a minute, I've been chillin' lately (Yup)