[Intro]
(Jetz be cookin')
(W-warning, this is not a drill)
It's that DudeyLo n***a, man, every fuckin' track you heard? (Commencing operation: Doomsday)
Shot after fuckin' shot, n***a
(Come on Harry, you buggin')
Come here, like where the fuck is he going?
N***a what? N***a, ah, ah, ah

[Chorus]
Who really rappin' and spinnin'?
Who really get on that time when it's tickin'?
N***a what?
Who sendin' out to the prison?
Sendin' bitches to go out on visits?
They ask the questions like that, you hear crickets
Most of these opp n***as really pretendin'
Scared of jail, they don't tote on they weapons
In the jail, had to tote my eleven

[Verse]
I see they bike on they block, tryna crash out
Boogie, Banga and RG tryna act out
Pull the plug on they block, it's a blackout
Poppy got beat, his whole gang made him tap out
Nobody bendin' my block, that shit wack now
Almost thought for a second, I could lack now
Most of my n***as locked down in the clink, missin' my brothers that's stuck in a grave
N***a what? Don't tell me 'bout pain
I was fifteen, bendin' blocks in the rain
Like on the opps where I learned how to aim
Still to this day never been to the range
On the guys, all black is my favorite disguise
Glock 19, I went dumb with that .9
On the bros, n***a, why would I lie?
Like, the bros seen this with they eyes
Wvttz let it flame on the Gz, I was there
Thirty-eight shells, he don't care where they land
He like, "Bro, this shit burnin' my hand"
After the drill, made it back to the land
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't been feelin' the rap
Y'all just feel like the cappers, the ones that they jack
Wow, and that shit crazy
Blood, sweat, tears, made me
T-thought the music wouldn't save me
But now I be feelin' pathetic
Yeah, I be bringin' in money, but sometimes it make me regret it
You wanna know why? N***a, 'cause I'm losing my friends
Meetin' some people I shouldn't have met
Bendin' some blocks that I shouldn't have bent
[Chorus]
Who really rappin' and spinnin'?
Who really get on that time when it's tickin'?
N***a what?
Who sendin' out to the prison?
Sendin' bitches to go out on visits?
They ask the questions like that, you hear crickets
Most of these opp n***as really pretendin'
Scared of jail, they don't tote on they weapons
In the jail, had to tote my eleven (Come here)