[Intro]
N***a, this Bompton, n***a, this Bompton
Bompton, n***a, this Bompton, n***a, this Bompton
N***a, this Bompton, n***a, this Bompton
Campanella Park, n***a, we from Bompton
(Craft)
Stanford Ave
(You mixed that?)
'Nella

[Chorus]
N***a, this Bompton
Sport Philly P's or a Cincinnati
And get it brackin' in the alley
N***a, this Bompton
I'm from the 'Nella just to be exact
Stanford Ave, no cap
N***a, this Bompton
Where n***as dyin' left and right
Tote pipes, I don't stop at red lights
N***a, this Bompton
We gon' ride when it's war time
I got respect, I really earned mines

[Verse 1]
Flag on the right side, so is the pistol
Serve his ass the fully, bet that n***a get his issue
.40 on me kickin' like that bitch know Jiu Jitsu
Bounce out grippin' hammers, better pray the missile miss you, ooh
It's gettin' hectic, hands on with a weapon
I ain't turnin' down shit, I keep it active for the section
Sent a message with these TEC's, but, nah, we ain't textin'
Wrap his body up and send it to his mom like a present
So reckless and cold-hearted, put the beam on the target
Rosebrans the main line, and Stanford Ave the apartments
West Side the best side, we win sides, ain't no talkin'
Park Gang, get parked with the Glock when I'm sparkin'
Shells have an opp flippin', now he look like a dolphin
When it's murder on my mind, I drop the mic and start stalkin'
Tell his family pick a coffin, Blood, we do this shit often
Trigger finger itchin', if a n***a play, I'ma off him
[Chorus]
N***a, this Bompton
Sport Philly P's or a Cincinnati (Woop)
And get it brackin' in the alley
N***a, this Bompton
I'm from the 'Nella just to be exact ('Nella Gang)
Stanford Ave, no cap
N***a, this Bompton
Where n***as dyin' left and right (Boom-boom-boom)
Tote pipes, I don't stop at red lights
N***a, this Bompton
We gon' ride when it's war time (When it's war time?)
I got respect, I really earned mines (On the set)

[Verse 2]
Real shit, only the real ones gon' feel me (On God)
And the fakes and the snakes stay from near me (Yup)
Enemies know the deal, on God, n***as fear me (Bitch)
Keep heavy artillery for suckers wanna kill me (Boom, boom-boom-boom, boom), ayy
Hella bands in my pocket, I'm a walkin' lick (Bands)
YS always talkin' shit because I'm Curry with a stick (Thirty stick)
It was me and Gunna late night takin' trips (My 'Nella)
Feelin' like he bulletproof, but he ain't met them hollow tips (Get him)
Take tips, the gang love to bang shit (Bang shit)
We can't miss, Picasso, we paint shit (Yup)
Stretch shit like elastic so YS not average
Heavy metal with the Glock but the F&N plastic
Field trips, you was never with n***as
Circle full and a square can't fit, n***a
Oh, he a hothead (Huh?), 'til he seen them shots spread
Doctors can't save him, sad case, he caught hot lead
[Chorus]
N***a, this Bompton
Sport Philly P's or a Cincinnati (Cincinnati)
And get it brackin' in the alley (In the alley)
N***a, this Bompton
I'm from the 'Nella just to be exact ('Nella Gang)
Stanford Ave, no cap (No cap, n***a)
N***a, this Bompton
Where n***as dyin' left and right
Tote pipes, I don't stop at red lights (Hell nah)
N***a, this Bompton
We gon' ride when it's war time
I got respect, I really earned mines (Woop)

[Outro]
N***a, this Bompton, n***a, this Bompton
Bompton, told you I'm from Bompton, n***a, we from Bompton
Rosebrans, Stanford Ave, n***a, that's Bompton
Rosebrans, Bentral Ave, n***a, that's Bompton