"Why You In My House" lyrics

Ayo, bruh
Yo, what's up with that food money that we got?
Yeah, yeah, Bitch Mob sent me thing on my books
Lil B ain't send me shit on my
Okay, I'm about to bust this flow

Dope up in the pot, max it, rockin' the zip
Block off the top, this is not forgiven
He was a free man, his last stop's in prison
And you're saved by the court, who you callin' Jesus?
Nigga, think about it
You a slave to it, I'ma be without it
You believe that picture, it has nothin' around it
So don't try to read the bullshit with simple sounds
And niggas playin' gangs, can't even pronounce it
Pfft, you feel me? Stop the caution
Niggas stay asleep by foul, tryin' to chase their youth
That's you and me too, but accept that I'm older
From a boulder came from the bottom to a top soldier
I could tell you never, but I told you
The crack house tellin' me that my life is over
Long nights over, don't think about Folgers
Money kept me up, baggin' zips, holsters
Feelin' like a cowboy with no property
Ridin' 'round town with a chip on my shoulder
Nobody shockin' me, I'm droppin' niggas for free
Droppin' crackers for free
This is not free, but the knowledge I spread for free
Man, the people could see the opps in me
Play the court with the fees
Pullin' scams, ashamed of the fees
I maintain with the weed, feel me?
The stress so bad, had to point out the streets
And I took a time out, you thought I was a fiend
Why you in my house?
Man, I thought you was my friend, why the fuck you on my—
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