[Verse 1: Leaf Ward]
I just pray that I'm here to see my babies get old
Jail different when you know that you ain't go fold
All my n***as dead or jailing, either way, they in the hole
Had an empty plate I made you sure you ate I gave them bowls
All my n***as try to murder before they try to get some money
Bro got ten bodies and he still ain't touch twenty
Run from me until his body lock now he stuck dummy
Bro drill for the thrill they don't get a buck from me
And they don't feel what I feel what I feel how I feel
That's how we let it releasе
Ain't no such thing as big opps them n***as deceasеd
Bouncing out tippy toeing new sneakers getting creased
Catch him in his hood knock his head off he a fleece
Real Gangsta, I admit mom that ain't how you raised me
Famous hood rich and shoot shit that's why they praise me
Standing straight arms out sprinting he amazed me
I plugged some n***as off we ain't never plugged a daisy
Thinking about my future because I know that I'm a thug
In the Honda Accord on my way to meet the plug
Step on everybody we think of bug
Little Ja needed Pepsi said we needed
Bro drill for the thrill they let it release
Real

[Verse 2: Leaf Ward]
Still posted in them trenches could've been left
I can put them pounds on you what you bench press
How you fuck your brother over that ain't incest
I'm quan cooked been blessed I should've been stressed
It hard to be go at n***as that I love I fail
I'ma fry in hell why before I tell
Homicides ain't nobody in the mob got bail
Crackdown turn 12
Fought with em caught an L
Tell bro it ain't over with we go get em back in
Ever see us in the club yes we got gas in
We don't scam [?]