[Intro]
Aye, go, bitch!
(Real Murda Worth shit)
Aye, shoutout all my fallen soldiers
I miss a lot of my n***as
Some dead, some in jail, some, still around, they just on the run
Shit, y'know
But

[Verse]
Dead n***as get spent on, blocks gettin' hit on
She a freak, like gettin' spit on (Bitch)
N***as keep tryin' be Top Kid, but they can't be shit but a spin off (Bitch)
The bitch keep sayin' she hate when I'm noddin' off, thats just a 2 what I sipped on
They on my tip and act like they ain't, shit, I guess its my dick what they slipped on (Bitch)
Pull up exterminating all these n***as
That's a lil' prick gettin' sent off
You ain't a Top Kid but act like Top Kid, I ain't gon' lie you gettin' kicked off
Ain't from the 'Raq, but Cujo my Drench
N***as been funny like Chris Rock
Came a long way from the west side trench
Now they ass know what I been on
Came a long way from Mad Dog 2020, I'm in 2024 (Bitch)
Came a long way, I inspire youth but they still gon' hate any way that this shit go (Bitch)
Ridin' what? Anyway, his shit slow (Bitch)
Anyway, that lil' bitch is a ho (Ho)
From the Murda, n***a, where they murder n***as
I ain't never gon' stop sayin', "Go" (Rlrrr, go)
[Verse 2]
And that shit be real (Real)
And the shape of her body is real (Real)
In the Scat pack fuckin' Talia (Talia)
Better bag back, you better act fast, I'm in a matte black totin' a heater
And my choppa be screamin' like Frieza
Get to shootin' at n***as, no reason (Bitch)
R.I.P. Sippy, Nate and Rock, man I wish I can still see 'em
I'm on a Percocet, close to not breathin'
When you start to miss her that's your heart start bleedin'
And these n***as start schemin'
Where the Tris? I'm feinin'
When I'm with her it feel like she took my heart, ran off and it won't leave it