[Intro: Ann One & Boldy James]
You're a hometown hero
When you're driving through the desert
You a brutal motherfucker
From the wrong side of town
Where we at?
227

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
I seen when it happened, when he reached in his jacket
He squeezed it and clapped it, left him bleeding in traffic
I can't even imagine, that even it happened
Way she would have had it, it wouldn't even happen
'Cause she would have blastеd and it would have been finished
Howevеr it happened, anything to prevent it
Ain't uploadin' no statuses, only checks and them balances
All my young n***as savages, all them real n***as killers
This the law of the averages, hit you up in the passenger's
Trigger finger got callousness, come with squeezin' them triggers
Then pull off in a Challenger, .357 my caliber
Russian connect named Vladimir, know I need what I need it particular
Told baby girl slow it down 'fore the troops fuck around and ticket
Big bag in the seat cushion, end up crushing his ass, I'm the Ritalin
Got me bitchin' in bookin', watchin' out for the snakes that be hissin' and slitherin'
I'ma look out for you, my baby, soon as you make it safely back to Michigan
Where we at?
[Chorus: Ann One]
You a hometown hero
When you're driving through the desert
You a brutal motherfucker
From the wrong side of town
You a lifetime gangster
You ain't a part-time hustler
Well, you win some, you lose some
Goin' out in a ball of fire

[Verse 2: Boldy James]
227, what else? Product of the concrete
Thirty shots in my nine piece, turn your block to a crime scene
Hell-bound, n***as gotta go the whole twelve rounds just to box me
Brick of China doll, no Foxy, are you still down? No Jon B
Start getting high third grade, start selling dope back in nine-three
Kept a med kit, no first aid, wish Interscope would have signed me
'Fore I signed to the street life, inked my name on the side streets
Big diamonds in my Carti' frames, fully bang on the timepiece
Girlie think a n***a cheatin' on her, like, "Who you fuckin' on besides me?"
Only other bitch is the weed I smoke and that money, she my side piece
Roadrunnin', no IG, for homecoming, I was locked deep
From sellin' softball quarter waters for the four hundred like I'm YG
Let's get it

[Chorus: Ann One]
You a hometown hero
When you're driving through the desert
You a brutal motherfucker
From the wrong side of town
You a lifetime gangster
You ain't a part-time hustler
Well, you win some, you lose some
Goin' out in a ball of fire
[Outro: Ann One]
Sippin' whisky on the highway
Empty box in the backseat
Goin' hard 'til the rearview
Fucked up and I'm out of mind
I got a pistol in my lap, baby
Shoot to kill at every time
Shoot to kill at every time