I say n***as just be actin hard
But they ain't really on shit

Sweeter than an apple pie
Treat em like they own bitch

And i got a long clip
30 shots up in this Glock

Ride em down and round the block
Just so i can catch a opp

Spot a n***a
Feed the hollows till the doctors get him

God is with him, he in the box
The last time his block a see him

Bullets coming miles per hour
You a think the rock had hit him

And i got that rocket on me
Talking tough

Saying what you about
Then im a spark you homie
The streets is real
It ain’t just rap

N***a they a talk about it
They ain't even know for that

Oblock bitch we known to clap
Causing scenes, watching n***as bleed

We know to strap
The clip is long the guns is black

Leave a n***a on his back
Have a n***a summersault

When he hear that roarin mack

They ask me who i want to be

I told him im in love with rap
I just want my n***as back

You want my (soul/song) i give it back
Just to get my n***as back