(Intro) :

This what I

Go

Oh

Woah

Aye , Aye , Aye

(Hook): Enphamus
I can't go deep into stories
Bout times a n***a went Glock for Glock
With the opps
My n***a went shot for shot with the opps
Its smoke
We settin up shop for the opps
Connected in Bama
My n***a be mobile than mobile
Trappin that thang
Off a four wheel
Tellin you n***as be bold
Till his mama shed mo tears
Im in the street
Like a reindeer
He don’t stand up
When he rappin
On god he can’t even wear his chain here
He dont even claim what he bang here
We in the street
Whеre you don’t gotta give yo partner Soul
To gеt you some fame here
Last shot
Made me a name here
Wanna hear what Im rappin
They feelin the same fear
Industry feelin the same fear
If a young n***a make it
He bringing the gang fear
(Gang)


(Verse): Young Rocket
This bread make n***as get jelly like jiff
I can burn a few bridges i know how to swim
I was bailin out n***as
Thats tryna jump ship
How you fold on yo n***as
To fuck with a bitch
I can't give you the rock
If you dont want assists
All i speak is the truth
I ain't talkin paul peirce
These n***as be bitches
Like sasha they fierce
How you claim that you real
But you did what you did
I was givin you dimes
Back When i had them nicks
I was showin you love
Back When i had them bricks
Feel like call of duty
Im watchin my six
I came along way
From the back of them bricks
We stayed in them partments
We didn't have shit
Sometimes it no water
We didn't have rent
Pot boilin the water
To wash up and shit
I can never go under
I float like a fish
You can't put me under
Like i had some gills
30 shots out the drake
Smellin burnin rubber
You try BGM
Knock the piece out yo puzzle
These n***as just rap
Had them packs on the shuttle
I was working 3 jobs
Just to make my pack double
I hit up my sneaky
I ain't come to cuddle
Lil sexy bitch chocolate
We smokin on truffles
She suckin my dick
Till my tip start to bubble

(Hook): Enphamus
I can't go deep into stories
Bout times a n***a went Glock for Glock
With the opps
My n***a went shot for shot with the opps
Its smoke
We settin up shop for the opps
Connected in Bama
My n***a be mobile than mobile
Trappin that thang
Off a four wheel
Tellin you n***as be bold
Till his mama shed mo tears
Im in the street
Like a reindeer
He don’t stand up
When he rappin
On god he can’t even wear his chain here
He dont even claim what he bang here
We in the street
Where you don’t gotta give yo partner Soul
To get you some fame here
Last shot
Made me a name here
Wanna hear what Im rappin
They feelin the same fear
Industry feelin the same fear
If a young n***a make it
He bringing the gang fear
(Gang)