[Verse 1: 42 Twins]
42 for life, how could I change up?
I'm 'bout to drop and fuck the whole game up
I know the feds watching, but I still can't put the caine up
I know they hate that 42, I'll never have my chain tucked
I stopped copping petty, stacked it all and got to copping weight
Used to get it off the block, now I get it state to state
Ride with a 30 round, 'cause n***as want me out the way
Riding with a 30 round, I hope these n***as out today
If you ain't throw no shots for [?], I ain't riding with you
If you ain't feel no pain from [?], then I can't get high with you
It's H.B.G.B., I sware this shit forever
R.I.P. [?], and it's fuck your clique forever
When my twin went to prison, I lost thе 40 streetstrip
That was everything, I couldn't buy my shorty shit
Bounced back, pumping dog likе [?]
Free [?], they acting like they got him on the [?]

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Mama told me, it'd be days like this
Got a n***a wishing I would've saved my chips
My own homies changed on me, fuck it, shame on them
Get money, drop n***as, we on that same old shit
When your back against the wall, tell me, who can you trust?
Stood tall in that water, no other crew but us
Ghetto boys, that's my clique, and I stand on it
It's blood on this shit, I spent some bands on it
Leaning like I need a kickstand for me
Getting cheese like the fucking brick man know me
You see this chain, bitch, you better not put your hands on it
We gon' find out your whereabouts, we gon' be laying on it
Cool n***a, layed back, always in my own lane
But these streets will make the coolest n***a go insane
Get the fuck out the game, if you don't know the game
They just killed my n***a [?] I'm drinking purple drank
[Verse 3: BandGang Biggz]
[?] misunderstood
Everywhere I go, I gotta have that bundgy pulled
Everytime I come around, n***as looking [?]
That come from the cook up in the pot, I let it boil
300 degrees, now we finna let it bake
Once we take it out, we let it sizzle on the plate
Fiend in the [?] with me, I'm finna let him taste
One little snack, and he said this shit was great
Now I'm on my bag flow, tryna get a Wraith
Running up that cash, ho, get up out my face
I done blew a backwood, now I'm outer space
This [?] you should come and get a steak
N***as on my head, 'cause I'm out here getting bread
But that used to be me, out here just looking for a shred
So I ain't tryna tell you young n***as how to live
But if you rob me, you better know to use them legs
N***a