[Intro]
(Lan, this beat so crazy)
(Felipe S)
(James about that check, boy)

[Chorus]
Boy, you gotta keep a gun 'cause this shit get hella scary
My dog just got up out of jail, now he in the cemetery
This real rap, no cap, this ain't my imaginary
Every n***a in my city fuckin' legendary
Every n***a in my city tote a chopper
Booted up on them jiggas, we don't know nothing 'bout acting proper
Can't trust none of you rappers, my lil' n***as gon' wanna rob you
Can't eat on my block, ain't cutting the check, then we gon' starve you

[Verse 1]
My lil' n***a steppin', he gon' step on you in Prada
Bag on your head, my lil' n***as tryna make that dollar
Bag on your head, gon' push your shit back like a barber
No rules in the street, we will bring it to your mama
No rules when it's beef, we bombing shit up like Osama
I ain't worried about you, I got more shooters than Obama
I ain't worried about you, bitch, you run up, you a goner
Ain't playin' no games, my n***as gon' burn you
Ain't shooting the air, my n***as don't warn you
Play with one of mines, then I'ma come for you
They see you with it and they try to destroy you
Play no games with the tool, can't let 'em toy you
Just 'cause that's your n***a, don't mean he for you
You never know, he might do it to you
You never know, can't let him fool you
Before you cross, I'ma send shots through you
I'ma do you like I never knew you
[Chorus]
Boy, you gotta keep a gun 'cause this shit get hella scary
My dog just got up out of jail, now he in the cemetery
This real rap, no cap, this ain't my imaginary
Every n***a in my city fuckin' legendary
Every n***a in my city tote a chopper
Booted up on them jiggas, we don't know nothing 'bout acting proper
Can't trust none of you rappers, my lil' n***as gon' wanna rob you
Can't eat on my block, ain't cutting the check, then we gon' starve you

[Verse 2]
Can't be messing with some of you n***as, that's from where I'm from
How the fuck you n***as steppin'? You never shot your gun
You ain't got no vest up on your chest, don't run up on me dumb
And if you got one, gon' need another one for your partner and them
I'm trying to spin on all you weird n***as 'til all your friends are dead
These n***as acting like they real n***as, but they working for the feds
You n***as snitching just like 6ix9ine, giving info out like Akademiks
How the fuck a street n***a the main witness?
How the fuck a street n***a doing police business?
I done seen a street n***a do police work
Michael and David Lane on paperwork
The ones you ain't expecting, that's gon' be the ones that crack first
When the pressure come, I'ma blast first
Steady chasing hoes, you gon' lack first
She a witness too, might tag her
'Cause they catch me if they catch her
[Chorus]
Boy, you gotta keep a gun 'cause this shit get hella scary
My dog just got up out of jail, now he in the cemetery
This real rap, no cap, this ain't my imaginary
Every n***a in my city fuckin' legendary
Every n***a in my city tote a chopper
Booted up on them jiggas, we don't know nothing 'bout acting proper
Can't trust none of you rappers, my lil' n***as gon' wanna rob you
Can't eat on my block, ain't cutting the check, then we gon' starve you