Drizzy Savage and Bry-Han Solo - In There

Yeah yeah I go crazy when I'm in there (ay ay ay straight up)
Yeah yeah I go crazy when I'm in there (ay ay ay straight up)
Yeah yeah I go crazy when I'm in there (ay ay ay straight up)
Just put it down concrete I just hope it'll crack
Couple riders in my section posted and strapped
I heard they wanna smoke so I sold them a pack
I got my cities' vote let them know its a wrap
I'm getting bread now, the reason they hating
But I don't hear none of it don't get it mistaken
Music for the streets, riding on Daytons
High as heaven smoking Gary Payton
I ain't pressed about much if you see me you gon' know
Was raised around them killers where they always kept the pour
You could say it left me triggered way down to my soul
He hit me for a half said it's cheaper by the whole
Yeah the realest by the beach you can tell by the moves
Smoking my own strains you still smoking glue
Paid all my dues I know my time's soon
Just trying to stay true if it's the last thing that I do
Yeah I feel like El Chevo when I listen to Berner
Dutch rolled up yeah I'm twisting up sherbet
One eight seven tatted on me committed the murder
They know we ball out how we tipping the workers
Got my eyes half closed off this GDP
They hate to see me win even see me free
Made my own lane like CP Three
Yeah shoutout to my boys still on EDD (let's go)
Yeah yeah I go crazy when I'm in there (ay ay ay straight up)
Yeah yeah I go crazy when I'm in there (ay ay ay straight up)
Yeah yeah I go crazy when I'm in there (ay ay ay straight up)
Yeah yeah I go crazy when I'm in there (ay ay ay straight up)
I'm just playing my part
I'ma show you why you shouldn't make deals after dark
Lots of things change where do I start
You might have connection but where is the spark
Yeah I'm painting out my art til I'm rocking a Cuban
People say they bout it but they not gonna do shit
Slept on for a while wondering why the snoozing
Just trying to see my paper and respect all congruence
She loose it, saw the joggers and hoodie
Walked up she asking what's goodie
Bry-Han Solo so I ain't smoking on Wookies
My homie throw blue C's but I ain't talking bout Cookies
But hold up ain't you hearing the bass
I don't wanna talk or get near to that face
I bet you really used to when twisting your lace
But what happened to six feet bitch give me my space (let's go)
Yeah yeah I go crazy when I'm in there (ay ay ay straight up)
Yeah yeah I go crazy when I'm in there (ay ay ay straight up)
Yeah yeah I go crazy when I'm in there (ay ay ay straight up)
Yeah yeah I go crazy when I'm in there (ay ay ay straight up)

Written by:
Andre "Dre" Brown, Brian Porter

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