Hunxho & Bigga Rankin – Deep In Lyrics

Deep In

Hunxho & Bigga Rankin

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"Deep In." - Hunxho & Bigga Rankin

Monday, 19 October 2026, 04:56 am

Album: Street Poet

Track No: 01

(Street play, hood play, however you want it, real)
Real ****, real ****, real **** radio!
The deeper you go, the darker it gets, young ****
See, success is not for the timid that sit on the shore
It's for the bold that's willing to dig
Deep as it take to get what you never had
Hunxho! Is about to tell you a story, young ****
Bad bitch like Amber Rose, hustlin' man like T.I.
'Member G rides in my hood, I ain't never seen a G5
**** say he want smoke, heard that boy got cancer now
**** ain't never helped me out, I was wearin' hand-me-downs
Now they say I owe 'em, now they wanna show up
I can show you how to make C4, watch how it blow up
Never had a big dog, but I had a Glock, though
I learned how to multiply, but I learned how to rob first
Partner wearin' Prada shoes when I was wearin' Converse
I done hit a hundred licks and I never plot first
**** actin' funny now, had to cross my mans out
I went in the mix, I stayed down, and I stand out
They say I'm the hardest ****, hands down
Seen the opp, and then I ran down
They gon' be embarrassed if I gotta pull these bands out
Make **** put they guns up, sex, money, guns up
I was broke as fuck, a **** had to get my funds up
Most these **** gang members, a **** really gang bangin'
'Member I used to bully the homie before he ever became famous
'Member I went to school with homie, went ahead, he became dangerous
**** gettin' handouts, all mine came up takin'
Most these **** pigs and I don't really even fuck with bacon
Fry that boy like JJ, man down, mayday
He don't see his check 'til we hit start on every payday
12 better not get behind me 'cause I'ma do him on the E-way
Wipe him like his nose runnin' and it's still free blow money
Catch you for six racks every day, shit feel like show money
All these bags in the trunk, but I won't never show nothin'
Walkin' down with a pump like I'm tryna go huntin'
Can't kick it with that shit, no puntin', stunners just like Vegas is
Mobbin' like we Meech stuff, eatin' good like babies is
I might set up shop on your block, fuck it, I might stay out here
Showin' all my guns at the park, I ain't never play out here
Shootout every day, so I feel bad whoever stay out here
Swear to God, if I ain't do it, you won't never catch me say I did
I'd probably be dead if I ain't never changed the way I live
Might pull up on opp block, shoot it up, stop, shop
Police don't even come out here, boy, your block is not hot
Pyrex, hot pots, dirty guns, hot box
All my cars was stolen and I been caught for a drop top
I do this shit for mama, though, so the boy will not stop, yeah
I been goin' through it with my demons
I get up out the streets, and I was deep in
And I wonder if I could tell you all my secrets
And if I lend you my heart, would you keep it?
And pain got my heart hard like cement
Long live all my dogs I'll never see again
I seen real in you I'll never see again
And I can't go back, no, they don't try to keep me in
Yes, this is Real **** Radio, the Walmart to the streets
Remember that, motherfucker!
Shout-out to Bigga Ranking, as always, you know what we do, man
Quality street music, let's get to it

Writer(s): Saad Amin.

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