[Intro: Teller Bank$]
Yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy

[Verse 1: Teller Bank$]
If the pack good, then the trap good, that's all we need
N***as act wrong, make a Backwood out his family tree
N***as really mad at themselves, act like they mad at me
I was makin' all of them sales, probably did a P a week
Breakin' down eighths on a scale, baggin' up to the beat
N***as swear they know me well, they ain't never seein' me
N***as swear they doin' well, they don't see a G a week
Never seen them boys with a meal, I ain't never seen 'em eat
N***as always runnin' 'round mad, lookin' for a beef
Silly me, I was on thе ave lookin' for a freak
Ain't 'bout what I'm gon' do for a bitch, what she gon' do for mе?
When I got bread, made it spread, no charcuterie
Ain't no details to this affair, this just with you and me
The game we playin' never been fair, it led to eulogies
My OG kept that tommy gun, no tomfoolery
Ain't a killer bone in your body, boy, you ain't foolin' me
Ain't nothin' new to me, I been here least two or three
To ensure loyalty, made sure that all my shooters eat
How pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity
It is what it is, I did what I could for them, this for you and me
Yeah, this for me and mines, you don't see the signs?
You don't see the sickness? We inside Cedars-Sinai
You don't see the lies? Drinkin' water, needin' iodine
All these idle minds tryna dim this lil' light of mine, I'ma let it shine
Pull up with that rocket launcher like I'm RondoNumbaNine
Brothers dyin', mothers cryin'
Just a sick cycle of violence, inspirin'
Generation that's hardwired for, yo
See the sirens, hear the silence
Ain't no sympathy for us
They playin' tiny violins at the sentencin' for us
They killin' babies in the school, but tryna outlaw abortion
Pay more attention to the borders, buildin' bombs more important
I seen the lies get r— I seen the lies get reported, uh, yo
I seen the truth get distorted
Yo, ayy
Yeah
Yo
[Chorus: Teller Bank$]
But if the pack good, then the trap good, that's all we need
N***as act wrong, make a Backwood out his family tree
N***as really mad at themselves, act like they mad at me, yeah
Yeah, ayy
If the pack good, then the trap good, that's all we need
N***as act wrong, make a Backwood out his family tree
N***as really mad at themselves, act like they mad at me
Yeah

[Verse 2: Ghais Guevara]
Look, and if I rap good, then Black hoods is what we feed
Goin' stupid with that tommy, call that— (You get the idea)
Just 'cause a n***a would, don't mean he should, repercussions
Shooters know my first name, them bullets cheaper by the dozen
Coach had a team of Marvin Harrisons
Hot streaks on the field and on the ville
Pros on the glass, Rasheed Wallace, got his skills
All that they require, keep it solid, keep it real
I hit the bank teller with Teller Bank$, every verse cash money
Know we really gutter-minded like we rap for Cash Money
And they steady jeopardizin' our plans for fast money
What you expect from broke n***as that's stingy with gas money?
Twelve-year-old dropouts that's runnin' my task for me
Tryna level up the spots, but they ain't gotta answer to me
On them days of impatience when the sky's not sunny
Best expect another tale of a failed crash dummy
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