(Malik on the beat)(Ayo Bleu)No, no, no, noYeah, yeah, yeah(Aura)No, no, no, no(Turn Me Up Josh)Whoa, oh, ohThem niggas act like they don't need usThey do everything we do, they wanna be usFoenem takin' ecstasy, they tryna T upHe rather go and blow a bag instead of re-upYou wasn’t on that block when that shit was goin' onI wasn't worried about the other side when that shit was goin' onAnd we don't hang with different niggas, don't ask us what we onThe only time we'll beat the case, you pull out camera phonesI used to draw Lil' Mo' name on the styrofoamI had to teach the grown niggas, right from wrongWhy the state had told the jury, "They tryna indict us all"The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign them all, hmI had a bad bitch off the 'gram, she let her titties hangShe told Bandz I bought her a Birkin, I told her anythingI was ridin' 'round with guns in that Bentley thangWe puttin' stickers on our drums, that's a city thangI hate the niggas who be tryna switch the block upI be with the killers who would change a nigga rosterI'm from the part of the city, watch your partnerYou ain't did shit to same nigga who shot ya'Fore you leave that door, gotta pick your Glock upCan't nut in no more whores, I got that from my mommaShuttin' down the stores, you do that with these commasYou had me at my lowest, I'm ridin' 'round with choppers(Oh)Close that backdoor, can't get shaked at by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit's phony (No, no, no, no, no, whoa)Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (Oh)Close that backdoor 'cause I know this love phonyThat's a betI'm The Voice, that mean Dee-Dee, he the threatDon't get stressed, 'cause foenem tweakin' off the XI know what happened to your homie, don't be nextHe got that get back for his block, I tilt my hatI feel like I'm drownin', got this water 'round my neckCocky nigga throwin' ashes on PateksWent to the trench store, threw up the treys on the mat (Yeah)They be callin' me, you hangin' with dangerousI'm just slidin' 'til I rest, just for Uncle RaymondAll my sibling's kids know your uncle famousI know this shit sound dumb and the strangestIn the trenches, I feel the safestOn the radio, shoutout NephetsDid it off the love, I gave ‘em faces(Oh)Close that backdoor, can't get shaked at by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit's phony (No, no, no, no, no, whoa)Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (Oh)Close that backdoor 'cause I know this love phony(Oh)Close that backdoor, can't get shaked at by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit's phony (No, no, no, no, no)