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Gotta keep an eye on the other side Comin from the side of homicides The blocks hotter than the summertime Everybody blind for them dollar signs Don't get caught slippin, slippin Don't get caught slippin, slippin Don't get caught slippin, slippin Don't get caught slippin They said I cant wear my chains out Fuck that shit You know how many packs I flipped to look this rich All this weight I sold to get this gold Imma floss all I want they could suck my dick Brought my brand new whip to the sunset strip Hold up let me pose for my IG pic and Tag that shit so the world know I'm in Los Angeles I got a couple bad bitches off the only fans They said they about to pull up from they homie pad I got a girl back home ooh I know she mad But when you livin like this they don't understand I just dropped a pin on them hoes I told em meet me at the restaurant outside on melrose Pull up valet don't worry I'll pay She text back I'm almost there a couple blocks away Make sure I got my table setup, gotta baddie coming thru Gotta keep an eye on the other side Comin from the side of homicides The blocks hotter than the summertime Everybody blind for them dollar signs Don't get caught slippin, slippin Don't get caught slippin, slippin Don't get caught slippin, slippin Don't get caught slippin Ayyee! Ayye homie! Let me holla at ya real quick Yeah yeah, hold up hold hold up Hey what's up homie, where ya'll from? Oh you from out of town? Yeah, what you out here for the awards or somethin? Yeah my nigga that's a nice watch, yeah hold up! Never go south of the 10 if you from out of bounds Read the graffiti violations are not allowed Lay you on the ground with rifles that never make a sound So check it in or you can die with it now You doing shit but taking pictures trying to look fly in it Imma sell it flip it and get high wit it Or I can sell back to you for a small fee These LA streets are turning niggas to ground beef Granted you might be the shit where you from You a hardcore gangsta from the bottoms of the slums On the internet postin a gang of niggas and some guns When you come around here let me make shit clear This is old school gang rules shot callers in the pen We're gonna kill your second wind and your next of kin Where they treat you like a friend before they do you in Repercussions, consequences checkin in Gotta keep an eye on the other side Comin from the side of homicides The blocks hotter than the summertime Everybody blind for them dollar signs Don't get caught slippin, slippin Don't get caught slippin, slippin Don't get caught slippin, slippin Don't get caught slippin People leaving Cali cause of the taxes and the crime rate You don't wanna see it let me take you on a blind date Guerilla warfare coming at ya like a primate Run everything is the mind state Beware of the red flags and douchebags Who follow you home using an airtag no lag Hit the pistol pop it's a chrome mag Trying to pump brakes on the jack got you air bag Fade to black then you wake up if you're lucky One time ain't coming they ain't got the right under name Got the right leader's name Got the right functioning Got the right attentioning Got the right nothin Pirates will set sail say fuck jail Don't even tuck tail they no bail Selling your shit now for wholesale See it down the block at the pawn shop oh well If you slippin you will get got Till a Cali gotta mothafucka in a head lock Best not let your guard down not even for a minute When the getaway car came they thrusted me in it Gotta keep an eye on the other side Comin from the side of homicides The blocks hotter than the summertime Everybody blind for them dollar signs Don't get caught slippin, slippin Don't get caught slippin, slippin Don't get caught slippin, slippin Don't get caught slippin
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