Verse 1:
A lot of people wanna kill me, so I try to stay up out the mix
I be lying to myself, so you think I trust my bitch?
Drop folk shit, talkin' spicy got everybody lit
Try to play with me and my n***as somebody dyin' quick
We be really twirling, spinning blocks making bodies drop
When most of the opps die, then that's when we'll probably stop
Put they man's on a shirt, now n***as wanna rat now
Handle every situation Coka never back down
4th floor Brooklyn house, going gun for gun with opps
Scar for scar, shoot they hands, then beat em till it's hard to watch
Play the cell, play the tint, where you want it pick a spot
Blood everywhere, keep getting it till somebody drop
Riding out with G'z, always in and out the box
Anybody fronting we punch em, and knock em out they socks
CO's know what's up, disrespecting we drilling cops
Folk n***as make it count everybody know how we rock
Me and Mikey on the road, juggin running up a check
I was going through it with these bitches stressing bout my ex
First you gotta strategize, but never let em see you sweat
Long live Poppa G, still turning up for tec
XD glizzy when it's war, grip the army K
It's forever beef, ima always ride out for Johnny Blaze
Jumping in and out the V, still wilin' out for weeks
Sometimes I wonder if I die, will these n***as ride for me?
Late nights in Brownsville, trapping and we play for keeps
Came a long way from running trains and smoking n***as weed
Akh store, Pennsylvania Ave when we was picking P's
Back when we was VCG, terrorizing through the east
Gotta get this money first, then pray I catch a rockstar
Sutter Gardens looking bad, since they lost hot [?]
I never heard of KJ Balla, who is AceNumba5?
Y'all some good kids who started rapping, just came outside
N***as looking for clout, Jezz and Popparazi Pop
I was in the beacon box, when I heard they got shot
Blamma life, it ain't too much to say because of Elz Tay
A n***a gave you head on camera now we know that Elz gay
Wherever I went, I did what I want cause I held weight
Situation gang, don't need a deal cause I'm self made
Made a movie bout my old crib, hope they had fun
Caught em walking back to [?] Asking bout my last one
This for all the n***as tryna diss me in they music
Everybody got a gun but you official when you use it
They shot Bambino in his arm and he still told
Riverdale, Marcus Garvey I be with the real Choo's
Songs is getting low views, so now they wanna say my name
Your man's keep getting hurt, and you ain't putting in no pain
Had to max out on my parole, but I'm back now
Sneak dissing me while I was locked, what's the facts now?
Gave n***as careers, so now they think they big opps
Pussies running round, acting tough till they get shot
People quick to jump all on ya dick when ya shit hot
Still forever situated they could barely get by
Top opps, let the Glock floxk, give you faceshots
Turning n***as into spliffs, if they let the rakes drop
Smoking fat people Darnell and [?] Too
If you jacking what they jacking n***a you could get it too
Always got the chop, if you see me man you better shoot
Promethazine, codeine sodas drinking medical
Patron, Rosé, Henny bottles when we celebrate
Smoking big dope, all night just to meditate
Don't post up at that chicken spot, no standing by that liquor store
Pull up to plaza, if he GBB then we gon pick him off
Whenever it was lit, we linked up just to get they hoes
They too busy shoplifting broke n***as stealing clothes
Starting all this controversy people wanna dickride
Shit got sticky a few n***as tried to switch sides
Real recognize real these other n***as bitch made
Gotta keep in touch with flag, and free the whole 6 Trey
Free the twirlers, no love city, that's PNB
Free the Choo's, Mr. Fly Guy, Dae Dae, Young, and Leeks
Free the G's, [?] In the feds almost out the door
Free my n***a boogie he was on court tryna score
Free the G's 22, the blixky's those my lil bros
Young fly n***as shooting shit, totin big poles
Brownsville, East New York, Flatbush to Ebbets Field
When you copping weight, always give the fiends a better deal
Hit the block early serving fiends, fell in love with crack
Copped coke, cooked it up, sold it got my money back
If everybody's a boss, then where the fuck the runners at?
Tryna hit the road and go juggin and make a 100 packs
Money packed, Visa's, big dots counting green packs
Catch anybody with too much jewelry on let me get that
Hanging in the projects, but lived on the side blocks
Opp bitches calling me off wifi and hotspots
Pints of Qualitest and Hi-Tec prescription meds lift
Finessing counties caught a couple victims off of Craigslist
650, 750 beamer, Maserati, Benz
Cartier, Versace gold frames with the custom lens
Head crack em at the dice game, then go count my wins
I don't wanna talk or work it out or try to make amends
I was gone, a lot of shit changed since I left the streets
It's a long line to get some grub and Coka next to eat
Gang members making money, I know why I signed up
Body after body like a bunch of n***as lined up
Couple perkys, couple xannies, Coka pop too many pills
Bad bitches mixing drinks, Coka quick to pay they bill
Chasing slim pretty bitches, now I like the thicker jawns
Tryna make it to the top, and put all of my n***as on
Never tell em suck my dick that's only what the ladies get
Better go get ya gun, cause Coka back on that crazy shit
Got so many hittas I can point and get your life took
Shooting with my left hand, but hit em with that right hook
The D's on my body, I'll never tell a damn thing
The day I get killed, my n***as going on a rampage