[Verse 1: The Jacka]
Yo, fuck the radio
Mob n***as ain't nothing like you
Double drums on every rifle
Cross the Mob they paralyze you
I drink Hi-Tech straight out the bottle
N***as can't trap plus they desperado
Come short next pass they gon' catch the hollow
Another thirty kicks I'll be rich tomorrow
2 pints of Actavis in my cargos
A bitch ain't gettin' check she ain't worth my convo
Kaz still locked where the fuck does the time go
Nothing but real n***as like we come from the Congo
Real shit back (?)
Bitch n***a get out same day I surprise him
Y'all ain't doin' that how the fuck is y'all mobbin'
Hit your hood 6 traps leave nothin' alive in

[Hook: Reign]

[Verse 2: Andre Nickatina]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Reign]