[Intro: Alicia Keys & Edot Baby]
You and me together
Through the days and nights ('Rahh-'rahh-'rahh-'rahh)
I don't worry 'cause
Everything's gonna be alright (It's Edot Baby, 'rahh)

[Verse 1: Edot Baby]
I'm his bro yeah, I miss him a lot
He catch a shot if he throw up the flock ('Rahh-'rahh-'rahh-'rahh)
Like DD with me, he totin' on knocks (Totin' on what?)
We catch a bunny, put him in a box (Box)
Take a perc, take the pain away, I keep it on me for rainy days (Facts)
He jackin' DOA, add a K, DD he with me, I know he gon' spray (DOAK, DOAK, facts)
On the opps side, lets do it
Lets go on a drill, like fuck all the music ('Rahh-'rahh-'rahh-'rahh, 'rahh)
Everybody rappin', they don't do shit (At all, at all, at all, at all, at all)
Shots to his chest, now he lookin' like cupid
I don't got love, I got a broken heart
I lost Benji, Notti, I was in the dark
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I be quick to up it, I'ma let it spark

[Verse 2: JayKlickin & Edot Baby]
Ayy yo, Dotty, aim for his top, I catch a ninе, gon' make sure that he drop
Not sayin' no namе, but got beat with his chop
Forever 14, this shit ain't gon' stop (Like, grahh-grahh)
All black and we purgin' (Grahh)
One shot to his chest now he need a surgeon ('Rahh-'rahh-'rahh-'rahh)
Call up the members and slide to the function ('Rahh)
Smokin' on Ray, he got shot in his muffin, like (Grahh)
Talkin' on Notti, but how many more deads? (Like how many more deads?)
Like, y'all should've stayed out the way ('Rahh-'rahh)
He can get popped if he talkin' on bro deads (Like what, like what, like what, like what, like how)
Like, Lotti should've picked up the pace (Lotti)
[Verse 3: Edot Baby]
Feel like Tay-K, I'm on a race
Like, this shit on my hip got no trace ('Rahh-'rahh)
I send a shot, then I duck from the Jakes
Like Roscoe wit' me, he totin' a K ('Rahh-'rahh-'rahh)
No flocka', when I see that boy, I'ma flock 'em, drop 'em (Uh-huh)
SevSideK, they ain't totin' no knocka's (Grahh, grahh)
Hit 'em up, send 'em to the doctor (Suck my dick, like, grahh)
DD with me, it's gon' get tragic (Get tragic)
Keep it on me, I'm ready for static (I'm ready for static)
I'm the one lil n***a, stop cappin'
Shot to his block, break 'em up like a fraction, 'rahh ('Rahh)

[Verse 4: Roscoe G]
When I be alone, I just think about Benji
He the n***a that made me keep stitchy
Movin' like Dee, put the knock in her titty
Grahh, like we said, we runnin' the city
Like, took so many losses in one year
We them n***as that they fear
If it's up, then it's stuck, and you know it's gon' stay there
Just know when you run into me, you better keep jackin'
Can't go out like, grahh, rather be in pitakis
Free Banga, he always kept Sally
Fuck all the opps, it's jack me or clap me