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Them n***as act like they don't need us
They do everything we doing, they wanna be us (Yeah)
Foenem takin' ecstasy, they tryna T up
He rather go and blow a bag instead of re-up
You wasn't on that block when that sh*t was goin' on
I wasn't worried about the other side when that sh*t was goin' on (Yeah)
And we don't hang with different n***as, don't ask us what we on
The only time we'll beat the case, you pull out camera phones
I used to draw Lil' Mo name on the styrofoam
I had to teach the grown n***as right from wrong
Why the state had told the jury they tryna indict us all?
The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign 'em all, hmm
I had a bad b*t*h off the 'Gram, she let her t**ties hang (Okay)
She told Bandz I bought her a Birkin, I told her anything
I was ridin' 'round with guns in that Bentley thang
We puttin' stickers on our drums, that's a city thang
I hate the n***as who be tryna switch the block up
I be with them killers who would change a n***a roster
I'm from the part of the city watch your partner
You ain't did sh*t to the same n***a who shot ya (Nothin')
'Fore you leave that door, gotta pick your Glock up
Can't nut in no more w****s, I got that from my mama
I'm shuttin' down the stores, do that with these commas
They had me at my lowest, I'm ridin' 'round with choppers
Oh (Yeah, yeah, c'mon)
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked by my homie (Yeah, yeah, let's get it)
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked by my homie (Yeah, yeah, c'mon)
Close that backdoor, close that backdoor (Yeah, yeah, let's get it)
I want y'all to sing this sh*t with me
Close that backdoor 'cause I know this love phony (Verse two, talk to 'em, Durk)

Wow, that's a bet
If I'm The Voice, that mean Dee-Dee, he the threat
Don't get stretched, 'cause foenem tweakin' off the X
I heard what happened to your homie, don't be next
He got that get-back for his block, I tilt my hat (What?)
Feel like I'm drownin', got this water 'round my neck
A c*cky n***a, throwin' ashes on Pateks
Went to the trenches, threw up the treys on the Met (put 'em up, put 'em up like this, let's go)
They be callin' me, you hangin' where it's dangerous
I'm just slidin' to out west just for Uncle Remus
All my siblings' kids know your uncle famous
I know this sh*t sound dumb and the strangest
In the trenches, I feel the safest
On the radio, shoutout Nehpets
Did it off the love but I gave 'em faces

Oh (Yeah, yeah, c'mon)
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked by my homie (Yeah, yeah, let's get it)
Close that backdoor, close that backdoor (Yeah, yeah, c'mon)
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked by my homies (Yeah, yeah, let's get it, yeah)
Close that backdoor, close that backdoor (C'mon)
This sh*t feelin' gutter in this motherf**ker, right, Reese?
(Close that backdoor 'cause I know that sh*t phony)
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked by my homie
Yeah, yeah, c'mon
Close that backdoor 'cause I know that sh*t phony
Yeah, yeah, let's get it
Ayy
Close that backdoor, close that backdoor
Yeah, yeah, c'mon
Close that backdoor 'cause I know that sh*t phony
We on our OTF sh*t, you heard?

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