Shout out the gang
You know
Free g
Do it

They leave their g and we leave it tragic
Man clap it, bang it, reverse it and slap it
Do it how sin cos slang it
Guess money’s the only language
6 man stuffed in the van, no sandwich
That’s beef with the gang can’t manage
Cabbage, living my life so savage
Get round with some fuck off crep
Say the jakes won’t trace these footprints
14 was young and wild
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We really step round with poles
Ballies on tryna blow man’s head like woody
Bro’s next to me he’s excited
Hе’s in front of me looking frightened
And thе boy looks shocked, no lightning
Like how can they talk about violence
Living this life exciting
We really tryna let man go
But bro says the chase’s getting tiring
I ain’t tryna be them
Get caught then I swing my shank like window wiping
Then your boy got gotgot for the repping
Now his bodies in the grave expiring
Now bros to live, moving flames
He’s tryna cremate man where he’s standing
Sparts come home in sec
They Got my brother doing jailhouse landin
And bro walked in with the square
And he flipped it, this ain't no online banking
My guys are legends, yes I’m a legend, don’t question my ranking
15 I was completing coursework, a year later I’m sitting in cabs, fat shank on my lap
Cab man “move forward”
A year later I’m 2 feet taller and this rambo’s like 2 feet taller
A year later I’m sliding on backroads
Creepy crawler
And my guys don’t answer no caller
See my bros got about 3 dips in, I’m about to get a few too
And I’m pulling this shank out clean, it come like a wobbly tooth
Anything — get moved
Bally on, no one will know who’s who
Bally on tight this road looks empty
Fuck, still I can’t see these yutes
Ching, splash, pull up and crash
Gangs known for the random lurking
Fucking talk tough come buck man in person
(Come come)