(Contraband got that dope)
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(Aye, Contraband)
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Yeah, so I'm standin' tall like a pillar
So I just might need me a drilla
They tryna knock me off nigga but I can stop shit
I gotta make a way for all of my reallas
Shit was smaller than a dot, nigga, whatchu thought?
So I can't trust these niggas, these niggas they like to talk
You ain't never been gang nigga, you ain't on go
You was havin' sweet dreams and I was sleepin' on the flo'
Then I got big dreams and I started grindin', I'ma chase 'em
Sit back, smoke weed, God might lace 'em
Said I'm original baby I keep it gangster
On my way to the top, shit I'm next up
Workin' that overtime just to run a check up
Yeah, God really blessed me I'm blessed up
I said these hoes they tryna step it, got me messed up
I said these hoes they tryna step, y'all got me messed up
I had to hop out my feelings
'Cause you ain't do nothing for me
I'm asking God, "Can you heal me?"
I done seen enough of these streets
I might just want me like three
Shit I might just cop me like four
Just gimme the word I'ma go baby (Aye, Contraband)
Just gimme the word I'ma go baby
Yeah, uh, yeah, wha-, wha-
Yeah, so I'm standin' tall like a pillar (pillar)
So I just might need me a drilla
They tryna knock me off nigga but I can stop shit
I gotta make a way for all of my reallas
Shit was smaller than a dot, nigga, whatchu thought?
So I can't trust these niggas, these niggas they like to talk
You ain't never been gang nigga, you ain't on go
You was havin' sweet dreams and I was sleepin' on the flo'
Had to hustle fo' the nights me and my folks ain't have no dinner
Had to talk with God and he told me to find yourself a winner
Had a talk with my daddy to and he told me stop sinnin'
I know some niggas from 'round the way
Nothin' been hand me, I found a way
That beat they grindin' like Simon say
Snatchin' yo' bitch I might confiscate
Ain't talkin' money don't conversate
Hang from the gutters said I leave them poverty
I'm blowin' up they say like I'm Osama
Boy catch these hands I don't fuck with them choppas
Bro you don't want me you gon' meet all my mamas
Tell 'em 'bout a bag, I'm 'bout all my commas
Gotta keeps these racks to get to my mama
Gotta keeps these racks to get to my mama
Yeah, oh-woah, oh-woah (aye, Contraband)
Yeah, so I'm standin' tall like a pillar
So I just might need me a drilla
They tryna knock me off nigga but I can stop shit
I gotta make a way for all of my reallas
Shit was smaller than a dot, nigga, whatchu thought?
So I can't trust these niggas, these niggas they like to talk
You ain't never been gang nigga, you ain't on go
You was havin' sweet dreams and I was sleepin' on the flo' (aye, Contraband)
(Oh-woah) yeah, (oh-woah) huh
2crazee (2crazee no, 2crazee no, yeah)