[Intro: 38 Spesh & Benny the Butcher]
Huh
Know what I'm saying
Right
Right
Huh
N***as know what time it is
Huh, huh, huh

[Verse 1: 38 Spesh]
Ayo, I told my bitch we need to level up
We stayed together for the kids, but we really hate each other's guts
She said I wasn't gettin' bread enough
Then she wonder why I'm always worried about money instead of us
I think back when I was sellin' dust and crack
Comin' back, giving you stacks, you never fussed
The jealous stuff made the ghetto rough
They want me dead, I can't even get my kid from the yellow bus
Was in thе spot then I was gettin' blocks
I done seen еverything and I done did a lot
Hundred thousand dollar car, ridin' with a thot
And I got it all from puttin' product in the pot (Huh)
It broke my heart when they killed Moranne
I can't believe the DA mention my name when his girl was on the stand
Understand, that's my lil' man
They found the n***as who did it, I pray they all get killed in the can
[Chorus: 38 Spesh]
This for them n***as bringin' back blocks, huh
For the ones on top and the have-nots
I still drive through the back blocks, huh
Pistol out, ridin' with an open stash box
This for my n***as bringin' back blocks, huh
For the ones on top and the have-nots
I still drive through the back blocks, huh
Pistol out, riding with an open stash box

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
Yo, I know 'bout trap nights, n***a
And what half price get ya
So much dope, I could throw a baby in the trash like Brenda
[?] hold a MAC like he about to blow a bagpipe, n***a
All this VS glass look just like a flashlight flicker
You know the outcome could've been yours, give my regards
To n***as that finished with scars 'cause they did it and lost
We can't do business if the figures is off
It's different when you gettin' it soft
Now name a n***a with equivalent bars
Uh, in camo print, in my head I'm hearin' piano riffs
Rambo clip, in the hood with the door of the Lambo flipped
And any beat I tampered with, I trampled it
N***as know, it ain't no stamp on it 'less the champ on it
Yeah, you know the shit was hard, I had to make a way
Get my mama a car just to make her day
We grind it out, while they complain
My stomach full from steak and eggs, razor blades and Ace of Spade
[Chorus: 38 Spesh]
This for them n***as bringin' back blocks, huh
For the ones on top and the have-nots
I still drive through the back blocks, huh
Pistol out, ridin' with an open stash box
This for my n***as bringin' back blocks, huh
For the ones on top and the have-nots
I still drive through the back blocks, huh
Pistol out, ridin' with an open stash box