[Intro]
I seen n***a makin' jokes and shit
They need to go pray for they brother or some'
(1 Richiey Get Money)
Bezzle Gang, five-two-seven-three, double-o

[Chorus]
I been steppin' on shit so long, my opps wish I was paralyzed (Paralyzed)
So when I cut the lil' bitch off she went and fucked the other side (She went and fucked on the opps)
And that snitchin' shit run in yo' blood, yo' brother testified (You know yo' brother told)
And you say you shot at Jizzle? Hol' up, bitch you know you lied (Cap ass n***a)
I been steppin' on shit so long, my opps wish I was paralyzed (Wish a n***a would)
So when I cut the lil' bitch off she went and fucked the other side (Fucked the other side)
And that snitchin' shit run in yo' blood, yo' brother testified (You know yo' brother told)
And you say you shot at Jizzle? Hol' up, bitch you know you lied

[Verse 1]
N***a active on the net, I'm active in these streets (In these streets)
If I don't die by my respect, I'ma die by EBG (Die by that)
Don't know who opps I'm sending shots, it's either you or me (It's you or me)
If I ain't slidin' with these Glocks, we keep the .223, AR with me
You had a clear shot on my face and still went for my arm (Huh?)
And how you braggin' on that wax and you ain't even know him? (Lame ass n***as)
I'm done beefing with these n***as mane, this shit getting boring (Shit getting boring)
And my n***a made yo' momma move the next morning
[Chorus]
I been steppin' on shit so long, my opps wish I was paralyzed (Paralyzed)
So when I cut the lil' bitch off she went and fucked the other side (She went and fucked on the opps)
And that snitchin' shit run in yo' blood, yo' brother testified (You know yo' brother told)
And you say you shot at Jizzle? Hol' up, bitch you know you lied (Cap ass n***a)
I been steppin' on shit so long, my opps wish I was paralyzed (Wish a n***a would)
So when I cut the lil' bitch off she went and fucked the other side (Fucked the other side)
And that snitchin' shit run in yo' blood, yo' brother testified (You know yo' brother told)
And you say you shot at Jizzle? Hol' up, bitch you know you lied
(Bezzle gang)

[Verse 2]
N***a playing foul, get hit with the TEC (Baow)
And I ain't the type to hold my tongue, I get shit off my chest (I get shit off my chest)
Up that Semi and they run, .62 eat through vest (They know to run)
And I don't promote the peace, you know I'm not no Ron Artest
I got a spin once again 'til we get 'em gone (get 'em gone)
And I'll never write a statement, I barely write my song (Barely write my song)
So when we get the drop, we pull up, know we doing wrong
Bezzle Gang, CGK, now you can end the song
Fuck the opps