[Intro: Jay Electronica]
For every casualty I felt, I blow a hundred racks
Hit the strip club, blow a hundred stacks
Tell the DJ to run it back, run it back

[Pre-Hook: Jay Elecronica]
Money by the trash bags, a body in a Glad bag
If the 3rd Ward is Iraq, then the Magnolia is Baghdad
My swag is verified, you fags is terrorized
The AK-47 life'll leave you n***as paralyzed

[Hook: Jay Electronica]
Hail Mary for all my n***as in the cemetery
Our Father for every n***a waitin' on commissary
Every soldier that died in Magnolia took a long time to bury
It's all kinds of scary
Cause it's quite hard to maintain that soldier-life mentality
It's gon' be a tragedy if that white man come and hassle me
Slap me down and wrestle me, just to put on handcuffs
Charge me with resistance when I throw my hands up

[Bridge: Jay Electronica]
Just consider me Uptown
Where your whole clique could get bucked down
I fuck with that 1.5
But I never listen to Bust Down
In that 'Nolia, n***as get fixed to runnin' them bricks
Like they runnin' touchdowns
You runnin' yo' mouth, they spendin' a band, my n***a
And you gettin' cut down
[Verse 1: Ceto]
I come in ya house, that thing, give that fuckin' [?] to us now
A round from the chopper open up your top and spin your truck 'round
Power, money, respect, n***as know Ceto
Presidential in these streets, pussy n***a you get vetoed
How you scared to look through your peephole
Somebody gon' dig a deep hole catch you talkin' to them people
You gon' learn to respect this G code, that fuckin' UPT code
From that Mac to that [?] I grab that Mac off that shelf
And turn a bad man a pallbearer and put your casket on my belt

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ceto]
You ask me why I do it, I just tell 'em that I can
It's that soldier-life mentality, real n***as understand
Keep that 40 in my hand, ridin' around in the city
It's some shit you never seen, make you think of Dr. King
The way a n***a livin' dreams, I'll approach ya like a ghost
Been a gangster since the 90's I done done more than most
We got money up in trash bags, bodies in the Glad bags
Ain't nothin' changed since '94, we still wearin' them soldier rags

[Pre-Hook: Jay Elecronica]
Money by the trash bags, a body in a Glad bag
If the 3rd Ward is Iraq, then the Magnolia is Baghdad
My swag is verified, you fags is terrorized
The AK-47 life'll leave you n***as paralyzed
[Hook: Jay Electronica]
Hail Mary for all my n***as in the cemetery
Our Father for every n***a waitin' on commissary
Every soldier that died in Magnolia took a long time to bury
It's all kinds of scary
Cause it's quite hard to maintain that soldier-life mentality
It's gon' be a tragedy if that white man come and hassle me
Slap me down and wrestle me, just to put on handcuffs
Charge me with resistance when I throw my hands up

For every casualty I felt, I blow a hundred racks
Hit the strip club, blow a hundred stacks
Tell the DJ to run it back, run it back

[Outro: Ceto]
Rest in peace to all the dead n***as come out the motherfuckin' projects, ya heard me
And every ghetto worldwide
Real n***a gon' hold it down