PBG Story lyrics

[Intro]
Gang
Gang
I'ma tell y'all something right quick, man
This, this how me and my n*ggas was coming

[Verse]
Nowadays, lil n*ggas just wanna shoot
But when I was a shorty, we had a agenda
Pooh Bear alive, we was just on our cream
But when Pooh Bear died, my n*ggas turned into some killers
'Member me, Shotty, and Spazz Out, and Lucci, and Shotta [?] all through the winter
Really was toting them blickers
It's eat or get ate, I can feed you some hollows for dinner
Bodies got dropped back to back
And my clique stayed intact
Swear to God, boy, we feel like them n*ggas
Couple our n*ggas got clapped
Made some n*ggas fall back and it seemed like our light just got dimmer
Gang 'nem applying that pressure
And Pap was going crazy and that's when our name just got bigger
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I keep a pole on my waist, ain't no mask on my face
It ain't hard to get up with a n*gga
Tell that b*tch n*gga that killed my bro Pap:
"Everyday, every night, I'ma hunt for you, n*gga!
Don't ever think you can hide!
Find out where you reside, that's where I'ma get up with you, n*gga!"
Got too much pride to let my n*ggas slide
And just look to the side and put funds on you, n*gga
'Cause I feel like it gotta be me
Thinking 'bout the end
Nah, I can't get no sleep
Pappy talking to me, saying: "Bro, let it go!"
And I told him, "I can't 'cause this sh*t to deep"
Know a lot of n*ggas thinking that I went sweet
How I do that if I'm still in the streets?
Still in the hood with my n*ggas toting heat
Try to get up on me, blow his feet out his wheats
Have his ass laying under them white sheets
Still on the block with his blood on my sneaks
You can catch me smoking Bleep by the beach
Slide through ya block and ya goons, we delete
Hop back in the whip, tires going screech
Lay him in a box laying next to the freaks
If you tryna ask who up next, it is me
If you plugged, I'll give you some extra for free
Anything else, get you taxed - that's a fee
I ain't never been none less than a G
Can't get a feature if it's less than a G
Can leave you left if you testing a G
Pappy getting killed was a lesson for me
Can't let a n*gga get the best of me
Gotta move carefully
I'ma get rich, move my people out to Beverly
Snake or a rat, something I can never, ever be
Need a real b*tch that'll never, ever, ever leave
Shoot him in the mouth, that way he don't get to yell or scream
I'm a real n*gga, promise, I'll never tell a thing
How the f*ck you ask 'bout some sh*t that I ain't never seen?
n*ggas fake and they gay 'cause they rather sing
Might die 'fore you wake, so you better dream
Try to run, get erased 'cause I got a beam
Smoke dope to the face, promise, I'm a fiend
Real cool in the streets, they say we some things
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n*ggas playing in these streets
Lost friends I'll never see again in the streets
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We was really out here, out to play in these streets
Really on go, never playing with the beef
n*gga got clapped, they was saying it was me
f*ck I look like tryna switch on my n*ggas
When I really used to do hits with them n*ggas?
I set yo ass up and hit licks with them n*ggas
When I get that sack, I buy bricks for them n*ggas
Probably done f*cked through yo b*tch with them n*ggas
I just feel like my n*ggas bigger than n*ggas
I promise, we gon' cop them figures
Pull up to the party and hop out a Bentley on n*ggas
I'm just getting hotter, I ain't even on fire, yet
We come and shoot up yo block like a fighter jet
I can not stop 'til I'm high in a private jet
Far from the hate where them n*ggas can't find me at
Probably some label that don't wanna sign me, yet
But it's some sh*t that they also is gon' regret
PBG, TFG
Promise, I won't forget
Soon as I get it, we gonna f*ck up a check
We gotta ball out
Free the guys until they all out
I'm here with my brothers, we can't never fall out
And it's a whole lot of sh*t n*ggas don't know 'bout
We pull up, we hop out with Glocks and we show out
And you can catch me in the bricks, by the rowhouse
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And these b*tches sl*ts, so I don't got me no spouse
I know 'cause I got yo b*tch in my crib hoed out
And that water deep [?]
I'm screaming: "Free Shotta" until my big bro out
If you disrespect me, I'm pulling my pole out
And shooting at your face 'til yo ass ain't got no mouth
And please do not speak on sh*t that you don't know 'bout
I stand by myself, I don't blend in with no crowd
I came with the Insanes, they be there when I roll out
And n*ggas can't take me, they hoping I go out