Gotta B in Ya lyrics

[Intro:]
[It’s gotta be in your genes
I’m not talking bout the jeans you got on you
I’m talking bout the genes you got in you
You won’ even understand
What’s happening]

[Verse 1:]
I take a trip to California
Gotta get the cash, the marijuana
Drop a couple off at Oklahoma
I get that pack back, we gon’ ball out here
Different things, same thing
I’m just tryna get the fortune I can’t have a friend
Oke up, looked at the man in the mirror
He told me rock this son go make the change
n*ggas talk that sh*t but they don’t want it
These pus*y n*ggas don’t want to lie with me
Salute to my n*gga or should I say my army
I got a whole world ready to ride with me
All I’m tryna do is stack cakey
If you don’t f*ck with me then you ain’t sh*t to me
But if you f*cks with me, I f*cks with you
If you’s a real n*gga you’s the sh*t to me
You know me
[Chorus:] [x2]
This sh*t gotta be in you, can’t be on you [x3]

[Verse 2:]
Same old thing ducking them snitches
Man we grind all day and night, f*ck with the b*tches
Gotta a house, only room I use is the kitchen
Full recipe know how to handle the dishes
Get a spot, funk it out 3 months flat
Then I get another spot right round the corner from that
Can I get another spot right round the corner from that
Don’t you tell me how to live
What the f*ck you respect
TTG this sh*t don’t don’t stop
You know I got a lookout
They gon’ be out for the cops
n*ggas hollering keep it cool
That’s the code we live by
What the hell is keep it cool
That mean the po po n*gga
n*ggas say they f*ck with a man but I don’t care
You gotta keep your circle tight
You can’t be caught with no squares
In these streets it get hotter than a sauna
That’s why it gotta be in you, can’t be on you
[Chorus] [x2]