[The Jacka]
They say we look like we pushin' work
How I just push up on every turf
Swoop my niggs, twist kush in every blunt
It ain't fair, so I give away the crumbs
That's a zip or two, every time I come around
I'm a real playa fuckin' off a 100 thou
Cause we real, 30 shots up in the crowd
So sick, even make the haters proud
We the shit, clap you if ya gettin' loud
Feel like the 80's babies time to hold it down
Got my gun, shootin' for the damn stars
Hit the streets, & try to kick us out tomorrow
It's the future, in the hood it's stupid hard
See the block, dope boys everywhere
Damn it's hot, I don't think I ever cared
Me & Amp, finna lock another year

[Chorus: Young Bossi]
Yeah, dopegame baby, cocaine crazy
In the traphouse with the chop & ya lady
Yeah, we came a long way from standin on the block
In the kitchen whippin rock, to sittin in the drop
Coonin on you n***as, yeah the block stockbroker
Devilz rejectz it's the mobb bitch we takin over
I'm a boss & it's family first
If it's beef we hit ya family first, mothafucka
[Ampichino]
I count money, while you watchin' your girlfriend
Look in through my sons eyes watchin' the world spin
My moms died, my whole world ended
Smack my girl every night, cause I'm tormented
I wanted to be a rapper, I sold my first piece of crack
N***a I'm a trapper drug dealer stuck in the Ak
Most n***as actors, faint if they see a Mac
N***a just got life, my cousin ain't comin back
I'm lookin at life, through Cardier lenses
You can have my soul, just give me back my friends
I thought when the money came that I'll be happy
But the money changed how the world thought about my family
I went from Anthony, to a Devilz Reject
In the ghetto with my metal, lookin' for the detects
I ride around, with 3 tecs
Tryna knock a n***a down, hopin' I don't be next

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Dubb 20]
Listen, all bite no bark doggie
Light some catpiss up get the car foggy
Up high in the sky blowin' clouds out
Chicks cheerleadin' like we holdin' tryouts
That G shit that's what them guys 'bout
Cannons under the cusions of the couches at my hideout
Money hidden in the mattress, cakes in the oven
Bakin' with the timer, just wait for the buzzer
Used to be a grinder bundle full of dubba dubbas
Back in the days my uncle & them called em hubbas
Mid 90's, we was in the hood burnin' rubber
You was in the house watchin' New York undercover
When them shots rang out you put your head undercover
If you get caught up you'd probably tell the feds on a brotha
I was brought up, to be about my bread mothafucka
Art of a gunslinger goin' hard at my hustle
[Chorus]
Yeah, dopegame baby, cocaine crazy
In the traphouse with the chop & ya lady
Yeah, we came a long way from standin on the block
In the kitchen whippin rock, to sittin in the drop
Coonin on you n***as, yeah the block stockbroker
Devilz rejectz it's the mobb bitch we takin over
I'm a boss & it's family first
If it's beef we hit ya family first, mothafucka