[Intro]
(Droski)
Baow
(Young Madz)
OGz the fuck up
(Chee on the beat)
Everything dead, gotta stand on that shit
Gang, gang, gang
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

[Chorus]
Nobody ever wrote shit for me, n***a, you dumb? All of this shit off the top
If I never was rappin' or tryna make music, then bitch, I'd be stuck on my block
That lil' n***a should've stayed in college, he gon' get put in a box
'Cause it's forty-one ways to get killed, forty-one ways to get shot

[Verse]
They know we comin' in with the Scott
And we can get in with the chop
See a soul if I see me an opp
See the Gz, so we gotta drill on the dot
Free the Os in the field, they be wildin', on bro, n***as got it on lock
My opps rеactin' to videos now, y'all n***as just gotta stop
I know the real, I knеw them n***as who's whack, they was just livin' on Flock
We made them n***as pay us for a feature
I was on court and y'all was on the bleachers
And I taught half y'all n***as how to rap, I was movin' like a teacher
And they sayin' that she not that gang no more, n***as still gon' bleach her
They got me mad, I gotta talk, we ain't have V's, we had to walk
Now I be gettin' money from my label, get drip, I don't care what it costs
And I know that I'm winnin' this shit, but I prepared for a loss
When it really come down to this street life, bitch n***as know that I'm ready to toss, grrah
[Chorus]
Nobody ever wrote shit for me, n***a, you dumb? All of this shit off the top
If I never was rappin' or tryna make music, then bitch, I'd be stuck on my block
That lil' n***a should've stayed in college, he gon' get put in a box
'Cause it's forty-one ways to get killed, forty-one ways to get shot (Grrah, grrah)
Nobody ever wrote shit for me, n***a, you dumb? All of this shit off the top
If I never was rappin' or tryna make music, then bitch, I'd be stuck on my block
That lil' n***a should've stayed in college, he gon' get put in a box
'Cause it's forty-one ways to get killed, forty-one ways to get shot