[Intro]
Up, y'all n***as ain't know shit
All y'all motherfuckers talkin' about
"Chief Keef ain't no hitter, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake"
Shut the fuck up, y'all don't live with that n***a
Y'all know that n***a got caught with a ratchet
Shootin' at the police and shit
N***a been on probation since fuckin', I don't know when
Motherfucker, stop fuckin' playin' him like that
Them n***as savages out there
If I catch another motherfucker talkin' sweet about Chief Keef
I'm fuckin' beatin' they ass

[Chorus]
Why play with your life thinkin' my block sweet?
Guess he ready to die tryna play with a Sweep
I'm gettin' a lil' mad, so I walk up the street
All you hear is, "Bang, bang," but it's not Chief Keef
"Grrah, grrah, bang," that's the sound of the G
Why they mention my name as if I'm not a tweak?
Had a bracе on my ankle, still flockin' my heat
Them pеople is listenin', I'ma TP

[Verse]
In the Nick two deep, me and G2C
First MB I catch go with G2G
Gotz2go got got, that could never be me
But I know that he happy he up with KT
Matt Savv dead, why they think he asleep?
And Gutta been gone almost five hundred weeks
Coolie died, they don't jack him, the fuck do they mean?
Guess they don't wanna show that the cycle repeat
Two n***as keep dyin', you see what I see?
If he lackin' on 8th, he get turned into Sprinks
Tell them n***as come slide and get back for Lil Neak
Since this shit start gettin' borin', we out to the east
Oota man wasn't fast, should've hopped in a V
You ain't spun every block we was on, that two three
It was me, Jack, Naz, SG, and MB
We was spinnin' through Harlem, we ain't care if it's three
Not a V or a bike, we done trooped it on feet
Why they never bring up how we get when we creep?
Flocked him, bro, I did not need a beam
Guess it's mission complete if find out he a bee
Bad bitch, she wanna fuck with a Sweep
If she come to the crib, on her back, I'ma beat
Nasty, the way that she swallow the dick got me thinkin' she hungry, so she just gon' eat
[Chorus]
Why play with your life thinkin' my block sweet?
Guess he ready to die tryna play with a Sweep
Gettin' a lil' mad, so I walk up the street
All you hear is, "Bang, bang," but it's not Chief Keef
"Grrah, grrah, bang," that's the sound of the G
Why they mention my name as if I'm not a tweak?
Had a brace on my ankle, still flockin' my heat
Them people is listenin', I'ma TP