Safe to Say lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Biggs]
Come on, now
(1st done geeked it up)

[Verse 1: BandGang Biggs & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Back when I was seventeen, I was a demon
Whole family had money, I was robbin' for no reason
Ain't get the bigger picture, I was through this b*tch schemin'
Tryna figure any way to get the money, I was fiendin'
School wasn't for me, I was in that b*tch slackin'
Writin' notes back and forth to the hoes on paper napkins
My best friend was trappin', my other friends was robbin'
Mama was on my eyes, but I was thinkin', "f*ck college"
Remember bein' out on the block with all my n*ggas shootin' hoops
While seein' unc' and all his n*ggas pullin' up in different coupes
That sh*t was motivational when none of them b*tches basic
So I thank the hood today, 'cause they the reason I made it (Ayy)

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
But ain't it crazy how I changed?
Nowadays, we can't even chill on the block
It seem like every other day, we out here sendin' some shots
[?] Drac to clean the block like a mop
My dog be tryna spend some money on his wrist, but not a watch
If you one of them n*ggas runnin' when them guns get to bustin', you might get dropped
Better have your own gun when it go down like Young Joc, n*gga
Head on the swivel, long drive
Gotta keep the cannon on me when I'm out, n*ggas be wildin'
Free Stone Neck, and my n*gga Biggie Christopher Wallace
Green beam on dev gun, that n*gga got perfect timing
[Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
If I'm in the room with a brick, that's for sure one hundred bands
I'ma feed the team and do that sh*t over again
They gon' be mad then
After ten more flips, I'm buyin' the whole gang, drop heads
We like a real-life rock band
My dog got the stick, with the drum on it for the action
And my young dogs hot heads
No internet sh*t, wait 'til they slip, let 'em have it
I heard you want some smoke, okay, we brought the matches
Huh, boy, huh, we'll light up your whip
Send a hit while I'm out to eat in Calabasas
Gotta call you dead, leave the waitress thousand dollar tip
I got two feet in the streets but my head ain't
Tryna take the dirty money to the legal way, huh
I got twenty P's right now, headin' on the insterstate
That's eighty-four racks if it make it safe
Huh, hope I don't get indicted off my next mixtape
I live what I rap, it's safe to say, huh
Rollin' dice with my life, pray to God I don't hit a [?]
Ain't hit a six deuce on the eight

[Outro]
(1st done geeked it up)