[Verse 1: Z1]

Hoes on hoes x3
(Hoes)
On hoes on hoes
I could rap about that
I could rap about clothes
Talk about chain
Talk about dough
Talk about haters
Talk about foes
But I ain't got none
Yeah I ain't got those
I'm still dreaming of selling out shows
But I stay woke
Hit them books to not go broke

[Bridge: Z1 & Jany]

Oh no
Oh no no no x4
Woah
What happened to this lil black fella?
Had a dream, had talent
And could've been stellar
But it ended right here
When two cops pulled up and shot him in the rear (Raa)
[Chorus: Z1 & Jany]

Ohhh whoa
Love a n***a writing melodies (melodies)
Love a n***a under money trees (money trees)
But say fuck em when they run streets (Uh)
They run these streets (Uh)

[Verse 2: Z1]

Pull up, pull up and go (Prr)
N***a be cooking like stove
Either the beats or the weeds
Just to get out of these streets
Bitches be under the sheets
Or
In the back seat
But they ain't working for free, obviously
She got her needs
She got a breed
And he gotta eat
Yeah he gotta eat

[Chorus: Z1 & Jany]

Ohhh whoa
Love a n***a writing melodies (melodies)
Love a n***a under money trees (money trees)
But say fuck em when they run streets
They run these streets yea yea
[Verse 3: Z1 & Jany]

Call him brother cause of melanin (melanin)
Love with the Benjamin’s (Benjamins)
Momma need some medicine (medicine)
What’s the impediment? (Impediment)
Need more beneficence (beneficence)
Her life so precious and (precious and)
Came to a tragic end (tragic end)
Couldn’t buy the medicine (medici-)

[Bridge: Z1 & Jany]

Oh no
Oh no no no x4
What happened to this lil black fella?
Had a dream, had talent
And could've been stellar
But it ended right here
When two cops pulled up and shot him in the rear

[Chorus: Z1, Jany and G Krieger]

Ohhh whoa
Love a n***a writing melodies (melodies)
Love a n***a under money trees (money trees)
But say fuck em when they run streets
They run these streets
[Verse 4: Z1]

Sucking on Vladimir that’s the work she Putin
No guns but he still stay shooting
All that work just to get some food in
All that work just to pay his school and
All that work just to make her dues end
And he stay hooping
Practice movements
College choose him
NBA now money move in

[Chorus: Z1 & Jany]

Ohhh whoa
Love a n***a writing melodies
Love a n***a under money trees
But say fuck em when they run streets
They run these streets

[Verse 5: G Krieger]

Who them boys? Z and Krieger
Fucking with your thots
They think a lot, got savage thoughts
But we iso, and we got them locks
We cancel all of your thoughts
For cancer, bitch we them docs
With a pencil, we them shot
They shocked
They rocked
This is like KDOT and J Rock
When they had them locks
Now listen to my melodyyy
Just wait til young Krieger scoops
You down, now Rest In Peace!
I see you n***a, confront me and
Get off those tweets
Y’all know I’m the realest G
U ain’t never gotta find out bout
My melanin, she better than
Many bitches out there
Now I’m finna leave my legacy