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Grew up 'round them real niggas (yeah) Grew up 'round them real niggas, i'm affiliated Damn, you ain't tryna get no (aye) You ain't tryna get no money (aye) [Hook: Jay Critch] I grew up 'round them real niggas, i'm affiliated (damn) You ain't tryna get no money, that's humiliating I need yellow diamonds right now, like it's minute maid I can't stay broke, it's depressing (let's get it) I know the hood get real hectic 'Boutta start buzzin' like bees 'Boutta start frontin' the streets How could I switch up on my fam? They put they trust into me Niggas ain't really yo mans There ain't no love in these streets And we say fuck the police I know they wanna put cuffs on my team (yeah) [Verse 1: Jay Critch] Well connected and well respected, and i'm flexin' but I need VVS' on my necklace I need me a presidential rollie like I got elected Get that money, stack that money like it's tetris Livin' good even though we strugglin' Straight out the hood, i'm comin' for rubber bands And we stack it up 'till it's equal I see you fake boy, you see through Police stay shootin' my people So how the fuck what i'm smokin' illegal? My foreign chick, she illegal I had to teach her the lingo She got that wet, like a cinco I lay her up like a finger roll I lay her up, then I leave I gotta go make a move (go make a move) Girl I got work to do, I gotta hit up the school Thought we agreed that you food? Now you tryna act like a fool What else was I do? Get someone clapped in your crew I need all the lou, trust me I been in the lou (aye) Mommy say I better stay in school But science class don't have me driving coupes So i'm feelin' like fuck the classroom I already know my math, I know how to count that cash I already know how to divide the pack And its cause [Hook: Jay Critch] I grew up 'round them real niggas, i'm affiliated You ain't tryna get no money, that's humiliating I need yellow diamonds right now, like it's minute maid I can't stay broke, it's depressing I know the hood get real hectic 'Boutta start buzzin' like bees 'Boutta start frontin' the streets How could I switch up on my fam? They put they trust into me Niggas ain't really yo mans There ain't no love in these streets And we say fuck the police I know they wanna put cuffs on my team [Verse 2: Jay Critch] And i'm affiliated, with them OGs Yeah them niggas know me My hood come in so deep Posted by that store Wasn't buyin' groceries My brother had me on that A-block since like '03 (aye) I might say what up, but you don't know me She on me, soon as she approach me She like Jay Critch can you coach me? Imma go and put her on the home team (on the home squad) Put her on the home team Aye aye, yeah they see him (ok ok) Shorty think she 'bout to be my BM I heard it go down in the DM (down in the DM) But she told her friends, it's going down when I see him Her man a lame, wouldn't wanna be him Classic man, AirMax '95s and some Timbs [Outro: Jay Critch] I'm affiliated Tryna get no money, that's humiliating I need yellow diamonds right now, like it's minute maid I can't stay broke it's depressing I know the hood get real hectic 'Boutta start buzzin' like bees 'Boutta start frontin' the streets How could I switch up on my fam? They put they trust into me Niggas ain't really yo mans There ain't no love in these streets And we say fuck the police I know they wanna put cuffs on my team Well connected and well respected, and i'm flexin' but I need VVS' on my necklace I need me a presidential rollie like I got elected Get that money, stack it up like it's tetris
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