Laws of the Land lyrics

[Intro]
RNE on the beat

[Verse 1: Trapstar Haydog]
Hey, I'm from a place where we clapping them rats, it's kill or be killed, if you do it don't get it
Deal way p*ssin' off a fully automatic
Bummy ass n*ggas pump fake like you got it
And I'm getting this money get the f*ck out my face, don't do too much merchin', I do what I say
Smoking this doodie, while I droppin' the rakes
I'm whipping this steamer, get the f*ck out my way
Go do my time, pop out like Bump J
No talking Ray but these bands on my face (Racks)
My mind got wiser, my smile got tighter from being lied straight to my face
n*ggas yoyo like the moneybag with 'em, now they screaming out for help when the hollow tips hit 'em
No slave master, we stay with whips n*gga
Won like i got 'em, no I don't deal with 'em
n*ggas so big and bad when they got a gun
Nice summer nights, we was making n*ggas run
2018 can't even have no fun
Opps say they smoking my homie
G-27 can't go on my lonely
Blow 6 from the 8, Genobli and Kobe
Try and walk a miles in my shoes I guess you gon' be walking from Ashland to Stoney (Damn)
'Member them stores I was robbing, never top shelf I wanted them ramen
Chicago story we all saw it coming
Bless these streets I always had to pay
Like a blind man walking down the street, I can't see a goofy ass n*gga in my way
Even tho' my birthday come around every year, everyday and morning I'm getting to the cake
Just like a defender that's tryna stick Curry, one false move and I'm shooting at your face
Dive in that pus*y to see how it taste, yo' b*tch ain't got walls my b*tch got gates
Times I couldn't aim at the rim, I was shooting at them crates (b*tch)
[Verse 2: Polo G]
Look, and the opps love talking the nonsense
n*ggas police so I'm not responding (b*tch)
I pull up, I don't tweak in the comments
b*tch I stay with my Glock like we bonded (Boom, boom, boom)
And I really knee-deep in that field, only money and murder be stuck on my conscience
Man you ain't real you foggin'
This sh*t real never been with the floggin'
50 shots have them dippin' and dodgin'
We and my squad and we drill like a sergeant
We don't do no attempts that's too risky
I was tough in the start when I started
And I ain't with the snitchin', I can't say sh*t like a def I'm taking them charges
f*ck the industry them n*ggas garbage
I'm [?], I'm not an artist (Flex)
Meant to be, Polo go the hardest
Had to turn my swag now the b*tches in love, this money make me a lil' charming
Now I stay in Ralph Lauren like [?]
Flex on a n*gga again and again for all the nights I was starving
All I know is hustle and run up them bands 'cause I grew up at Marshall Field Gardens, b*tch (Gang)