[Verse 1]
These n***as nothing like me, I'm a gangster, can't compare at all
I can tell the story, all facts, I just paint the wall
I was really trapping, P's and crack, we try to serve it all
These n***as act like killers but they really soft as cotton balls
Squeezing 'til it's empty, watch his soul lift, his body fall
You the type of n***a in the jam you gon' tell it all
They sent him subpoenas for that statement, ain't had to tell at all
They ask where I been, I'm back again, bitch, I'm back in that mode

[Chorus]
I been state to state, through the trenches, G-Lock by my lonely
If I get that feeling, finger twitching, G-Lock lеave you lonely
Shootout, get to swinging likе Montana they gon' think I'm Tony
Shootout in this bitch, I'm like Montana, I gotta make it home
In the stu' up in the A, I'm 'bout to shoot this [?]
Choppa make him lay down like [?]
Baby Boy and V.Roy, they like [?], they some shottas
Used to keep a knife up in my waist like I'm a part of slaughter

[Verse 2]
[?], look what they started, long live LowEko
Bitch, I'm stupid, going retarded
G-Lock .23 up on me, all the shells is .40
I've been going up by my [?] since I was a lil' shorty
Running around with block heads, block on fire, we hot heads
When I ain't listening to my mama, mama call me hard headead
I dropped out of school, my teachers said that we all would be dead
Now I make more money than my teachers, make 'em all mad
My pocket a graveyard 'cause I filled it up with all deads
My partners going way, take care their kids, gotta make sure all fed
A n***a play with mine, I squeeze that iron, [?]
This Glizzy like a dick [?]
Crack a n***a [?], surprise, pop out, ah, shit
He cluth [?] or a four nickel
Prolly go to Saks just because [?] with four fits
Gucci, Louie, Chanel, Givenchy, Christian Dior, Prada shit
[Chorus]
I been state to state, through the trenches, G-Lock by my lonely
If I get that feeling, finger twitching, G-Lock leave you lonely
Shootout, get to swinging like Montana they gon' think I'm Tony
Shootout in this bitch, I'm like Montana, I gotta make it home
In the stu' up in the A, I'm 'bout to shoot this [?]
Choppa make him lay down like [?]
Baby Boy and V.Roy, they like [?], they some shottas
Used to keep a knife up in my waist like I'm a part of slaughter