[Intro]
Mmh, yeah
Shit sound scary, man
Hang 'em off the chapel, n***a
Yo

[Verse 1]
Sound like the gates of Hell opened and I never held out
I had to hold it and they smell good, second childhood
They gettin’ older, gettin' the irony, don't ever tell me that you’d die for me
I know the trend, shit, I don't attend, that don't fly with me
Keep the peace, we're war ready, I'd hate to plant you
See, I could either give 'em advice or make examples
When I leave 'em, tip over the bottle and break the candles
Clean woodgrain on the rug, but I tape the handles
Sure 'nough, drive by, pull up doin’ donuts
You don’t got no business talkin' killings with the grown ups
Decisions, decisions or the bowl cut
Yeah, religion, I did it, I’ma own up
Don't lose faith in me now
All I wanted to do was break up a brick, they tried breakin' me down
I never broke, never owned a rifle with a telescope
Never met a n***a I trusted, I let him get the ropes, yeah

[Chorus]
Learned that everybody ain't homie
Homies ain’t learned shit, throw 'em off to Tony
Solely I be doley, I was coached by the oldies
I hold heat, smoke a gold leaf, close the whole street
Learned that everybody ain't homie
Homies ain't learned shit, throw 'em off to Tony
Solely I be doley, I was coached by the oldies
I hold heat, smoke a gold leaf

[Verse 2]
What I survived might kill you, they approached, bet he won't answer
Hope I don't kill you, "I hope" is a poor man's word
And they won't pay dues until yours is paid
N***as is pussy, get you smoked by a whore with braids
Built too many walls, huh, not enough bridges
Feelin' like Big, uh, when he missed Christmas
Pictures on the walls, sippin' hooch with the citrus
Stash in the tennis ball, playin' hoops while he pitches
Sportsmanship until a door gets hit
No matter how much money, we can't afford this shit
One hand wash the other, don't force his wrist
Couple bands on the Jewish'll get the court dismissed
Yeah, survival value
Yeah, get 'em gone for cheap and what have you
Word, rusty Thompson
Young OG Bumpy Johnson, yo

[Chorus]
Learned that everybody ain't homie
Homies ain't learned shit, throw 'em off to Tony
Solely I be doley, I was coached by the oldies
I hold heat, smoke a gold leaf, close the whole street