B-TOWN

617, better watch where you steppin' G-17, you get lit by a freshman It ain't sweet, it's sour, creep up on you like a lemon Pointin' at the feet, get caught in the wrong section Flexin' yesterday, then you end up on the news Don’t come out the house, there's no way that I can lose We don’t use the 12, they ain't looking for no clues It's a war outside, better hope they take your shoes Ain’t nobody talkin', better off just walkin' Bodies keep on droppin', can’t get put in a coffin He see that's his own, but he still gonna rob him I can’t hang with people, 'cause that's just how they doggin' They be way too young, you ain’t even live your life It be over stupid stuff, because you lost a fight These kids, they be salty, so they make 'em see the light (These kids, they be salty, so they make 'em see the light) (These kids, they be salty, so they make 'em see the light) 617, better watch where you steppin' G-17, you get lit by a freshman It ain't sweet, it's sour, creep up on you like a lemon Pointin' at the feet, get caught in the wrong section Flexin' yesterday, then you end up on the news Don’t come out the house, there's no way that I can lose We don’t use the 12, they ain't looking for no clues It's a war outside, better hope they take your shoes Big mad, RIP to all the soldiers Yeah, it's really sad, picked the demon on your shoulder It feel different, yeah, the city gettin' colder It feel different, I don’t wanna see this culture 617, better watch where you steppin' G-17, you get lit by a freshman It ain't sweet, it's sour, creep up on you like a lemon Pointin' at the feet, get caught in the wrong section Flexin' yesterday, then you end up on the news