In My Section

Lyrics

Tell 'em label me a real one
 Tell 'em label me a real (Ayy)
 Tell 'em label me a real one
 Tell 'em label me a real one
 Tell 'em label me a real one
 (Boy50)
 Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it
 Put a condom on that dick around that
 Glock, they'll know I'm well protected
 Youngest thuggin' in my section
 And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson
 Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
 They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
 This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine
 This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine
 What the world comin' to?
 Niggas tellin' on they partners, why the fuck they break the rules?
 Convicted felon grippin' on this chopper, I might make the news
 I gave up every cent and fuckin' dollar, I done paid my dues
 A-B-C-D, fuck it man, I'm past due for a W
 Upside down, I'ma stack them M's
 Ballin' so hard, I might break the rim
 Can't fuck with y'all niggas, y'all fuck with them
 You should've known better, it's up with them
 I've been grippin' them Glocks with Bob and Tim
 Lil Zane my nigga, made it far with them
 Say she showin' the set, we mobbin' him
 I don't ever hear a rat, not involved with him
 She wrote my name on her photo
 I got my game from the olders
 I got the world on the shoulders
 I got this girl on my shoulders
 I pour the drank in peach soda
 I pour my pain in peach soda
 I think my heart gettin' colder
 I swear it's hard to be sober
 Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it
 Put a condom on that dick around that
 Glock, they'll know I'm well protected
 Youngest thuggin' in my section
 And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson
 Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
 They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
 This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine
 This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine
 That brand new Hellcat go real fast, I know you hear the motor
 And they say God give his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers
 See I got bitch problems, Jaiden like a parrot on my shoulder
 Plus I got rich problems, it's a couple niggas say I owe them
 Standin' on the corner, selling yay, yeah it was hard work
 Drop down to my knees every night, had to pray, had to put God first
 Last time I faced the main reason why my heart hurt
 Brought the neighborhood to the stage, damn, look how God work
 I swear I had to start first
 He tryna grind, he tryna shine, but he don't fear the trap
 I lost my mind, I had to snap back like a fitted cap
 And they claim they showin' love but I really don't feel none
 Before it's all done, they gon' label me as a real one
 Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it
 Put a condom on that dick around that
 Glock, they'll know I'm well protected
 Youngest thuggin' in my section
 And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson
 Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
 They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
 This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine
 This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine
 

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Duration
03:09
Key
2
Tempo
83 BPM

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