[Intro]
(Flea)
Yeah
(Nash Effect)

[Verse]
It's like I hear the birds talkin', see 'em move town
Steel scorchin', four hundred degrees just like Juvie
I don't believe shit a n***a say, tell him prove it
I tried to wake 'em up, they still sleepin' on me, guess they snoozin' (Wake up)
If you hearin' this, it's too late (Too late)
Pop a Perc' and take a deuce to the grill to get my mood straight (Yeah)
I'll pull up, have the club goin' up on a Tuesday (Got the club goin' up)
I even made a play, unky walkеd in with some blue jays
And he got a pint that camе with it, it's my lucky night (My lucky night)
You don't want the Navy on your ass 'cause that's an ugly sight (Yeah)
Every n***a with me play with guns, we ain't come to fight
Hit your block with choppers, light that bitch up just like Christmas lights
All the work could make it through the air long as you send it right (Yeah)
Bust the t-shirt open, gotta make sure that the pillow right
N***as watch my every move, handyman, I keep the tool
Before COVID hit, I had a box of masks with nicks and food
I get off drank, my words get slurred, I'm really feelin' mixed and screwed
Think about when I was down bad and I ain't have shit to lose
I ain't your average young n***a, bitch, I'm really school (For real)
Trappin' ain't dead, these n***as scared, boy, don't be confused (Shh)
Ten toes in the field, stood tall through it all (I did)
Took some big hits, I stumbled a couple times, but I ain't fall
Got a whole chirp now, I started off with one ball (Cocaine)
I can run through a n***a whole bag with one call (Brrt)
Real Taliban Gang, I got some killers on call
If it get like that, I swear I'm puttin' pressure on y'all (You know it)
Put your 3Ds on, I know you see me comin'
700 horses in the motor, know you hear me comin'
N***as watch the gang, try to mimic somethin'
Every time I go to shop, it's nothin' less than sixty on me (Yeah)
I'm tired of n***as rappin' 'bout the work they ain't never sold (Never)
I got two kits, one white, one yellow gold
I got n***as doin' life, never comin' home
Used to tote the strap, but now he tote the knife, he still'll get you gone (Gang)