UCOBY - Whole Team lyrics

[Hook] Whole team full of real n***as (real n***as) Thats the reason that your b**h with us (b**h with us) Said you better come and get her n***a (get her n***a) Cause if not then she leaving with us (gone, gone) Whole team full of real n***as (real n***a) Thats the reason that your b**h with us (b**h with us) Ain't got time for the bullsh**ters (grind, no time) Thats the motto of a real n***a (real n***a) [Verse 1] Living in a paradox I never slack like a pair of docks Keep 10 toes down like a pair of socks Thought hell was hot? Come to my block, ugh Bang like Shaq did, stash our work in mattress Shooting at your miss Target practice can't move backwards If your acting get a clip, Action! Police are camera men, laws cause gambling Why pretend they want us to win? Life's short so I gets it in (get it in) Born to die, no Lana Del Rey Ready to die, keep biggie on play Thats how I was raised, my city don't play You can witness this sh** on a Vimeo page Thats why I be kickin' these flows Flippin' and gettin' my dough Smoking on zips of mo Busting rhymes no flip mode Puttin' on for the zip code Take out your camera Youngin' outstanding don't understand my standards I bounce through the court systems, Spaulding Now I'm in the game, mothaf**a I'm ballin' Police, Fiends, Cameras, Thieves Traps, Rats, Hammers squeeze Twisted fingers, Victims bleeding n***as throwing salt, Whats beef without season [Hook] [Verse 2] Every day chase dollars, never do change Bang with my crew man, In a players circle wearing 2 Chains No shirt, show my tattoo game A Prince, no gutter on earth can hold my rain Bout to blow like Kurt Cobain Drink in my cup, that Kirko Bangz You hurtin lames, stay in Urkel lane Im hear to murk the game A f** n***a, Thats that sh** I don't like I f** n***a, That b**h you call wife f** swagger my cloth clean De Niro my character Casino like Sam Rothstein Pardon me, young Nino cancel broads dreams Run with a hard team I'm grinding, no breaks Cause time, don't wait I'm shining, they hate Can't relate, they fake In the act of counting, where I smoke my dutch boy Stacking mountains of dead presidents, Rushmore Bout to drive in life's fast lane, I clutch more YOLO, don't give a f** boy Grab a camera and pause, action Living the movie while y'all acting Few Demi Moores', I think I'm Ashton Kush and ashes I'm out here eatin' n***a, check the pantry Hungry, take a beat and make it candy I'm getting rich, smoking weed Church on the move, no need to preach n***a [Hook]