Situations - Jim Jones, Kevin Gates, Neek Bucks

You know we don’t get tired

It’s red lights

Ay gates you got me covered

I don’t get tired

east side

Bad dope stopping up the pipe

Tryna shake it back on the spoon

Crunch time we on the gun line

Clutching the tool I dealt with labels

Or should I say the fakers

Walked out on a deal behind the fence we going major

Put a aikman on long range precision

Tend to make you be good

I show a pussy the ropes difficult to make him be hood

Hit the streets as they consider us the scum of the Earth

Facial expression on the bum i’m from the bump when it hurts

These situations get hectic I know

We gon end up just fine

As long as you keep riding no time to waste

Then play along seem like you mad at me for something

I ain’t playing along

Just wanted clothes and food to eat

When we ain’t have a coin

Seems like you going nowhere fast if you got a job

Stomach hurting niggas look like food

It make you wanna ride (gimme that)

If you ain’t strong out on a D you on a supply

Seen niggas get life take it on the chin

Seen the four five shots making niggas spin

Lure us like the streets tryna break a nigga in

Lost twenty one filthy at Vegas after win

I done sold crack i’m reckless

I done hold got no records

Hotel rooms a bunch of hoes snacking

Like eighty sumtn karats in ma gold necklace

Feel like the block falling apart

I’m just out here tryna connect the dots

Fresh nikes dude hope they give my nigga a second shot

And get the speak to em told niggas told me to never stop

I’m on this greyhound dirty on ma way to some extra nikes

Riding dirty hoopy these rims are right (Mercedes rims)

Off the beef with hammers if niggas was tryna play me

Fifty grams of dope and my ass not moving shakey

Got the state troopers on us these crackers will never take me

These situations get hectic I know

We gon end up just fine

As long as you keep riding no time to waste

Then play along seem like you mad at me for something

I ain’t playing along

Just wanted clothes and food to eat

When we ain’t have a coin

Seems like you going nowhere fast if you got a job

Stomach hurting niggas look like food

It make you wanna ride (gimme that)

If you ain’t strong out on a D you on a supply