Thuggin Dolan Out the Garden lyrics

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Facts only
Uh this that hip hop n*gga
That run up in your jails get your sh*t rocked n*gga
It's for my [?] spot n*ggas
[?], not the Rick Fox n*gga
Get your jaw socked quicker
No athority, you's a mall cop n*gga
I'm a hustler, got 4 or 5 businesses
Cheques for all my n*ggas
Uh this that hip hop n*gga
That run up in your jail get your sh*t rocked n*gga
This for my [?] spot n*ggas
[?] not Rick Fox n*gga
Get your jaw socked quicker
No athority, you's a mall cop n*gga
I'm a hustler, got 4 or 5 businesses
Get cheques for all my n*ggas
Master of the slick talk, DZA, you stick figure
You hungry n*gga and you bitter
The selfish sh*t, I just might cop the [?]
I just want the [?] like [?]
n*ggas petty hustling and they rap too
[?] you pack, watch me shift it off the roof
You drug lords, the sh*t they talk about is outraidgous
Tell you ain't been in the game cause your numbers outdated
Come on
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Is you feeling what should be done?
Is you silly, is you dumb?
Is you really getting 1's?
Is you really a real n*gga, or is it that time of the month?
Is you really bout that life, or is you trying to front?
Everybody wanna be the man
First you gotta be a man
Simple sh*t you don't understand
I am who I am
You dance around the truth with your life doing the running man
Petty like a car thief
[?] bar tweek
[?] like a n*gga [?]
Bosses don't do laundry
[?] get off me
This goes out to all them dudes that choose to use disrespectfull views
On the [?]
Godfather, you [?]
It's looking like [?]