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Rod Wave

Under$tand

 

Under$tand

(album: Hunger Games 1 - 2017)


You want that Benz and shit?
You know? That fast money
Hope you know what come with this shit now
Shit

I understand that you wanna ball, ayy
You want them bands and you want 'em all
But you gotta understand what's all involved
Like shootouts with the opps, run-ins with the law, ayy
This shit is ill, and it get flawed
And when shit get real, there's no one to call
Trusting with your back turned will get you killed
And running with your eyes closed, you're gonna fall

Ayy, ayy, shit get real in these streets, nigga
'Fore you jump off that porch, you better think, nigga
Is you ready for court dates every week, nigga?
'Cause you been grinding from December to December
Pull up on your street, they start shooting out them heat-seekers
Pull up on your block with them Glocks with green beams in 'em
Better watch your back, can't relax, it ain't sweet, nigga
The key is just stay on board, I hear they deleting niggas

I understand that you wanna ball, ayy
You want them bands and you want 'em all
But you gotta understand what's all involved
Like shootouts with the opps, run-ins with the law, ayy
This shit is ill, and it get flawed
And when shit get real, there's no one to call
Trusting with your back turned will get you killed
And running with your eyes closed, you're gonna fall

Fast is the wildest way of living 'cause you either gon' die or end up in prison
Ain't no suit and tie, just be Glocks and nines with niggas, sad to say
It's either way, it's gon' get you four flat tires, lil' nigga
And once you're in it, you're in it 'cause it's a trap
So if you ain't all in it to win it then fall back
Better keep your pistol and watch your niggas and cut 'em off
They hand you scissors, 'cause if not, they gon' stab you in your back

I understand that you wanna ball, ayy
You want them bands and you want 'em all
But you gotta understand what's all involved
Like shootouts with the opps, run-ins with the law, ayy
This shit is ill, and it get flawed
And when shit get real, there's no one to call
Trusting with your back turned will get you killed
And running with your eyes closed, you're gonna fall

done

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