[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Bitch I'm from Baltimore, you say you was, I never seen you
What part you on? I got some family on The Alameda
I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me
My name good in any hood, I hung around Tivoly
I got a bitch that live on Appleton, she love them killers
When I re-up I hit my partner, them in Garden Village
My uncle Jimmy 'round the corner on the avenue
You baller blocking that's the type of shit I never do
I'm from the east side, you know what kind of shit I'm on
But I be everywhere, I sold drugs in Woodlawn
I know some n***as down the hill that got it for the low
I live in Bird City, n***a you already know
And I don't go nowhere unless a n***a strapped up
And if you fuck a Morgan bitch you better strap up
Talkin' shit'll get you and your n***as clapped up
We with the shits, you pussy n***as better not act up
My n***a Pistol Pete was born and raised on Biddle Street
My n***a died, he ain't make it to see 23
I got a bitch that work up Norma's and that pussy wet
And every day she catchin' hacks to get to Lafayette
She said she strippin' tryna get the fuck up out the 'jects
But that ain't none of my business, I'm just tryna get the neck
A lot of rappers in my city, half you n***as wack
And I ain't ever been a bitch, I'm keepin' shit a stack
Aye someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back
I been a G since kiddie discos at the Hammer Jacks
I swear to God I could never love a dumb hoe
She live on Monroe but swear she Marilyn Monroe
See all my n***as never love 'em, we be sharin' those
Cause all these Instagram famous bitches sharin' clothes
My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes"
Cause all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll
[Outro]
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Fuck you talking 'bout?
Gahhh
I come back up and I still fuck 'em up
Fuck outta here, these n***as crazy