Khalid Knight - Glocks Twins/Downtown

If you ever thought we weren't connected, dawg, i promise you we locked in
Lookin' over the clique, we got protection, cause our glock's twins
Movin' up with my niggas, we had to just cut out the toxins
Stayin' true to my roots with big knots, can't let these locks thin

Back it up, back it up
Am to pm, i gotta provide
Stack it up, stack it up
There's too much to lose, i ain't hangin' outside

Actin' up, actin' up
Cause people get jealous and wish you to die
Mask it up, mask it up
So i gotta be real when they stick by my side

Gossipin', say you from where? it's whatever
I'm reppin' the south of atlanta for real
Niggas been dyin' since 20-whatever
I'm still tryna deal with the shit that i feel

Pourin' up liquor, i numb up the pain
I pour up so much, make it look like it rain
Tumblin' over these bottles of casa
I dirty my casa with money and pain

Hustlin', i got tired of strugglin'
I need me a fortune for change
Gotta give back to the kids of the city
To show em a way to scrub out every stain
Clean up, gotta keep the beam up
Back with my niggas, fasho, had to reup
Slide through the city with tint, can't see us
Gotta be careful, they just wanna be us

Tight like a dot, i got glocks for intruders
Come try for my spot and get hit with a boom
Movin' too quick, i got whips to maneuver
That bitch tryna fuck me, she slide through the crew

Southside nigga, i'm lucky to be here
I grew up round niggas with nothin' to lose
Tryna get up like i'm climbin' a ladder
I'm tryna get out of this motherfuckin' zoo

If you ever thought we weren't connected, dawg, i promise you we locked in
Lookin' over the clique, we got protection, cause our glock's twins
Movin' up with my niggas, we had to just cut out the toxins
Stayin' true to my roots with big knots, can't let these locks thin

Back it up, back it up
A.m. to p.m., i gotta provide
Stack it up, stack it up
There's too much to lose, i ain't hangin' outside

Actin' up, actin' up
Cause people get jealous and wish you to die
Mask it up, mask it up
So i gotta be real when they stick by my side
Taking my time cause shit come unexpected
I won't fake the love if i don't have respect
I distance myself from the people i love
It ain't personal though, but i see the effects

It's deeper than money, i'm lookin' for peace
Bad bitch crazy, she fakin' receipts
She get on my nerves tryna sit on this meat
And i was down real bad, but i kept standin' on my feet, yeah

Aimin' at the top, that shit is never out of reach, yeah
I keep wakin' up, it's a blessing to be here
Makin' my way, let em pay for the seafare
See, money so deep, got scales

I'm weighin' my choices cause shit wouldn't be fair
Pourin' out liquor for my brother
Studio sessions, we... out the gutter
Stackin' my pape', i'm feelin' like butter

I divy the pie and give... to my mother
Personal shit, i don't open the shutters
They chasin' me down
Find me in the studio, writin' whatever, i'm makin' a sound, yeah

Downtown, got me ridin' round
Downtown, just tryna clear my head
Downtown, got me ridin' round
Downtown, i'm tryna clear my head
Up in the sky, that shit be too hard
Prayin' to god with no service, i got two bars
I got nothin' but love for whoever it is
Just talk to me, nigga, there's reasons to live

People are people, i learn to forgive them
I promise, that's somethin' i learned from my kids
Gotta do better, i'm tryna get great
Makin' amends, turnin' everything straight

Nights in the city, be ending too early
It's four in the morning, i'm still tryna play
But fuck it, i been in this bitch for a while
Laid the foundation, it's time for the tiles

Wishin' my niggas would make it to see all the shit that i'm doin'
But fuck it, i smile
Fuck it, i smile
Stackin' these verses, i'm makin' a pile

Makin' a pile
Up every night, might as well be an owl
Takin' a ride, i be goin' forever
I'm stuck in my head, it be runnin' for miles

Runnin' for miles, but i be dripped down, runnin' in style

Pourin' out liquor for my brother
Studio sessions, we... out the gutter
Stackin' my pape', i'm feelin' like butter

I divy the pie and give... to my mother
Personal shit, i don't open the shutters
They chasin' me down
Find me in the studio, writin' whatever, i'm makin' a sound, yeah