I keep the pistol on my side that lil' n***a he don't want none
Drop the pin and they gone slide, pop a n***a for a lump sum
I'm with the gang I'm with the guys, pray my n***as don't see red rum
Think bout' the mommas that done cried
Yeah its crazy what the streets done

He was youngin' just sitting lost up in the street
Yeah in this city you either die or keep the heat
Staying 10 toes he had to stand up on his feet
Everybody keep going it's like my life up on repeat
She said “Baby, I love you.”
And man I swear that I can't stand her
She said “Baby its ok, yeah you gotta keep yo' head up.”
But everyday I go out clutching I'm just a Beretta
Yeah i'm out here hustling, I'm just tryna' make it better
Man I swear to god, I'm tired of living in this shit
A n***a might just go out put some diamonds on my wrist
Nah I ain't got time to be here worried bout' a bitch
And fuck all of that love, if none of that shit it ain't legit

I keep the pistol on my side that lil' n***a he don't want none
Drop the pin and they gone slide, pop a n***a for a lump sum
I'm with the gang I'm with the guys, pray my n***as don't see red rum
Think bout' the mommas that done cried
Yeah its crazy what the streets done

I keep that pistol on me now
For a minute, I ain't have one
I tote some shit that mow through crowds
Bitch we coming for yo' loved ones
It hold a hunnit' fifty rounds
Catch a oppa' and its man down
Designer look like hand-me-downs
Bitch we dripping, bitch we dripping now
All white AP, buss down VV's
Got them bitches stalking, got them bitches stalking me
And on my block n***a we keep it cocked
One up in the head
Screaming mutha' fuck a Fed
Man you heard just what I said

I keep the pistol on my side
(Keep that pistol on me yeah)
That lil' n***a he don't want none
(That lil' n***a he don't want it)
Drop the pin and they gone slide
(Pop a pill and they gone slide)
Pop a n***a for a lump sum
(Pop a n***a, Pop a n***a)
I'm with the gang I'm with the guys
(I'm with the gang, I'm with the gang yeah)
Pray my n***as don't see red rum
(Pray my n***as don't see red)
Think bout' the mommas that done cried
(Think bout the mommas that's done cried)
Yeah its crazy what the streets done
(Yeah its crazy what they done yeah)