MarcoPolo & Dj Smoka - We In Here (feat. Me$$ Dinero)

I woke up kind of high
Trynna figure out life
Saw the cheese and the mice
My greed will be my demise
I don't care tho
Making mulah killing shit like it's Death Row
Riding by smoking green like it's westco
No Benz we inna Bima with Vincenzo
Ride round down south
What you are about when your life it's at stake?
If a 9 was hard to trace
Would you shoot him in the face?
I see you flex up and act tough
Thug living but you ain't Pac
Don't fall for the ghetto lullaby
Keep it real or die tonight

Mess Dinero where you at? Check check
MarcoPolo where you at? Check check
Smoka where you at? Check check check
We in here we in here we in here

Save a prayer for me like Duran Duran
I ain't tryna ride no wave man I ain't a durag
They pointing fingers at me like Uncle Sam
But I know Uncle Luke, bitch I want some head
I throw up Westside cause I'm on the west
You look stressed out I thought you was the best
At least that's how you proclaimed yourself
At the end you just made a fool of yourself
Actions speak louder than words
Punchlines sharper than swords
Pockets full of blue Smurfs
In my shorts Polo Sport
She got an apple bottom like an IPad
I don't see y'all like an eye patch
I blow gas on the clouds tryna grab the moon, that's a high catch

Mess Dinero where you at? Check check
MarcoPolo where you at? Check check
Smoka where you at? Check check check
We in here we in here we in here

Don't fall for the ghetto lullaby keep it real or die tonight or your life might go by, bye
Don't fall for the ghetto lullaby keep it real or die tonight or your life might go by, bye don't try

Written by:
Ennio Ciminelli, Marco Piccin

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