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DatBoiSkeet
DatBoiSkeet
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Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
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DatBoiSkeet
DatBoiSkeet
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CodeyGotBeatz
CodeyGotBeatz
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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Fast lane
Dat gang
[Verse 2]
Where I'm from, you don't make it to see twenty-one
Three or four bodies, lil **** only seventeen
Seen my first dead body before I turned seventeen
You ain't from where I'm from then you don't know what I mean, yeah
Fifty on the Rollie, I'ma die for my respect
Thirty somethin' thousand 'round my motherfuckin' neck
Thirty somethin' shots,  run up slidin' with the TEC
All my **** a hundred, that's a thousand and nothin' less, yeah
[Verse 3]
You can't be up in my space if you ain't gettin' to it
You ain't a gangster, had a pistol and you didn't shoot it
Bitch, don't be up in my face if you ain't finna do it
This for my **** in the kitchen puttin' my wrist into it
From the town to the D, back out to the Veg
I been chaisin' bags, gettin' cash and gettin' paid
You ain't 'bout no money then we on a different page
I take a trip and that's a risk to put me in a cage
For the money I slave, on a mission for days
You get hit or get grazed, we put some **** in graves
Fifty sit on my wrist, plus thirty all of the chains
My ****, all of 'em game, want money, fuck all the fame
[Verse 4]
Where I'm from, you don't make it to see twenty-one
Three or four bodies, lil **** only seventeen
Seen my first dead body before I turned seventeen
You ain't from where I'm from then you don't know what I mean, yeah
Fifty on the Rollie, I'ma die for my respect
Thirty somethin' thousand 'round my motherfuckin' neck
Thirty somethin' shots, run up slidin' with the TEC
All my **** a hundred, that's a thousand and nothin' less, yeah
[Verse 5]
Ay, hold up, **** want smoke, let's get straight to it
Hold up, street ****, I just happen to make greet music
When it's beef, ain't no dates, we killers that sit at the movies
**** don't know if they want to be opps or goupies, fuckin' groofies
Ay, saw my first body, I was twelve
Picked some cases up, these look like my uncle's shells
Pounds in the air, unc them waitin' by the mail
Block doin' twenty a week, hit the corner, you can smell, hold it up
We is not for game, we don't play none (We don't play none)
Know so many secrets, I can't say none (I can't say none)
Don't get out of character when a **** play tough
Get you killed, hear the story, we gon' play dumb
[Verse 6]
Where I'm from, you don't make it to see twenty-one
Three or four bodies, lil **** only seventeen
Seen my first dead body before I turned seventeen
You ain't from where I'm from then you don't know what I mean, yeah
Fifty on the Rollie, I'ma die for my respect
Thirty somethin' thousand 'round my motherfuckin' neck
Thirty somethin' shots, run up slidin' with the TEC
All my **** a hundred, that's a thousand and nothin' less, yeah
[Verse 7]
Where I'm from, you don't make it to see twenty-one
Three or four bodies, lil **** only seventeen
Seen my first dead body before I turned seventeen
You ain't from where I'm from then you don't know what I mean, yeah
Fifty on the Rollie, I'ma die for my respect
Thirty somethin' thousand 'round my motherfuckin' neck
Thirty somethin' shots, run up slidin' with the TEC
All my **** a hundred, that's a thousand and nothin' less, yeah
Written by: DatBoiSkeet
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