Stay In Line

[Verse 1: T.Y.]
Look
Real shit if we wanted to sell that dope we could
But we rather not sell that dope
Cause they got a lot of bitch niggas running they mouth
And me, I just want to know what thats all about
Disrespecting the code, get your money
Keep it real play the game how it go
I do this shit for my niggas not these hoes
I do this shit for my family not these hoes
A few boundaries we got whoadie don't cross those
Smoking weed and being fly thats the life I chose
Better get like me dog and get your mind on the dough
Too much money in this world and I'm not tryna be broke
Too much fake too much hoe
Imma ball til I fall
When I get that check my people know I'm breaking 'em off
If I eat then you eat that's what it is uh-huh
Its a must, if you don't stay in line you gon' get your ass bust
Blood spilt, body stiff, tragedy
Your family gon' have deal with
Shoulda kept it real bitch
Its T.Y. I throw this fetty
Hope you fuck niggas ready
And I hope you dog hoes ready

[Verse 2: Brow]
I gotta get it man
I'm on a mission man
For this money man
I'll leave you slumped man
I ride with my tools
I gotta get it dude
If it come cross my face
Bitch imma take ya food
My attitude is shitty
From criminal activities
I'm all about the Benjamins but I ain't P Diddy
I ride as a loner blowing marijuana
I need a gutta bitch, I prefer Shawna
All my real fam, would never leave me hanging
See them fake friends bitch I leave your brains hanging
They say they keep it real but they don't keep it real
Better hope I change my mind
Bitch I want you all killed
I'm thinking for myself
It's all about my wealth
And when my CD drop bitch go cop it off them shelves
I'm on BET, 106 top 10
This why I'm hot now bitches on me poppin'