Back Around

[Hook: Gunna Dee](x2) Tryna make it out the hood but I come back around Back around Nothing for me in my hood but pushing crack around Crack around [Verse 1: Gunna Dee] I ain't on no petty shit, grinding for that city shit Swear fighting up in the pit, don't be on no pity shit I ain't from the city, nah, I'm from the shitty bit Chilling from them dark blocks, looking at the city lit Came from nothing, understand? I came from nothing, understand? Nothing's planned, so I plan nothing But to get rich But on the other hand, there's other plans of handcuffing (fuck the feds) But I can't leave the street shit Tryna eat from music, just so these feds can eat shit These pussy niggas ain't the truth They just sound confident when they speak shit Nigga, I'm the truth Proof is in the pudding, no cake? Where's your proof? I can't take how they move Niggas too fake like a tooth [Hook](x2) [Verse 2: Ghetts] Niggas say they don't see me in the hood again And I be like yo, when I aimed to get out You must have forgotten Amnesia my nigga, oh, it's becoming too common You ain't gonna see me postered up Unless I'm on a poster, blud I don't even hear when there's raves in the ends Please don't act like I'm supposed to come Cause when I'm around, they act like I ain't welcome Look at the way my man's looking at me You would've thought I fucked his girlfriend And other man are like "Ghetts, holla at me" But what they gonna say if I belled em? (What you want fam? Come check me, let's get high, darg) Yeah? Well then Dead that, Sus came around with that Bentley I jumped in and I revved that Test drive I jumped back in my Merc and immediately turned to a very depressed man I phone my nigga CJ in the AM, and this is what he said If you want one, get that, go hard for it God forbid rap comes to a number, if it does, move like, move dark for it But if you got a Bentley, when you're parking it You're gonna need a suburban yard for it I'm gonna private plate and carbon it I want it all, not half of it [Hook](x2)