[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Yeah, I hear you talking money, go and show it then
OK, take it out your pocket and throw it then
You got banned from your hood, you can't go again
That ain't really your's, n***a, you ohe your mans
Free my n***as locked down in the fucking can
You can't tell me I can't do it, yes the fuck I can
I don't wanna fuck this lil bitch, she gon' tell her friends
Soon as your ass catch a body, you gon' tell your mans
[?] if I catch him taking pills, I'ma sell your xans
You can fall off any day, you better stack your M's
My lil cousin bad as hell, he run with FN's
You know I keep my gun on me, that's my best friend
Pull up and get to shooting from anywhere, like I'm Stephen
Riding with that sack, I got a play at the Westin
I got a driver and she bad, her name [?]

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
OK, I help n***as get jobs, I'm a revrend
Yeah, [?] box, it's a present
Man, you n***as washed up, and I'm [?]
Broke, dirty, lost ass niga, a pezzent
Hit him in his head with the Smith and Wesson
The reason that I do move alone was
The reason that I do move alone, was neglection
Knew I'd get on, once I got in my posession
You n***as still wwant one, I'm on my tenth necklace
Still grinding right now, no investments
I be packing clubs out, I know it get congested
He was tryna move a brick too, interesting
He [?] touchdown, interception
Last year, I think I bounced back [?]
I'm the type to fuck up then correct it
Because [?] reserection
Why the fuck you tryna get in here? What's your connection?
If I don't think his street cred creddable, I test it
[?] contested
Aiming for his [?], got [?] then it's alright
Aiming for his [?], got it on, then it's vest hit
I love my city, but I stay low key like I left it
Every loss I took was catostrofical, I felt it
I drink [?] so much, I beltched it
Every situation that was your's, I helped it
Before the weed had even hit the door, I smelled it
It's probably passed tense right now, but I dealt it
N***a