[Intro: YSR Bruce]
(313 Mafia)
Yeah
Long live Sav
Yung Sak Runner
(StupidDog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)

[Verse 1: YSR Bruce]
Hot n***as catchin' fed cases, I be fearin' 'em
Mama told me don't get in that water, I went there still
Raised by the trenches, I ain't look up to no Uncle Phil
Crazy what these freak girls'll do and blame it on a pill
Fucked her and her cousin same night, but I can fuck 'em still
Bein' real too hard for these n***as, I'ma keep it real
Tryna keep my head out the streets, but I'm back in the field
Compost 'em, chargin' bricks of dog off a fifty still
How I'm 'posed to feel when n***as lived and killеd my n***a still?
I don't need Percs, I'm poppin' X to boost my energy
How I'm 'posеd to fall in love with you when bitches feelin' me?
Ears to the streets, I'm so tired of n***as physically
Why they keep on sayin' they killin' me? It must be mentally
I done ran it up in foreign shoes straight from Italy (Yeah)
(I done ran it up in foreign shoes straight from Italy)

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
KrispyLife
You must not want your dreads, talkin' like that
Anything that I lost, I done got it right back
If a n***a did somethin', we did somethin' right back
He thought he was gon' fight, here go a K round, fight that
Was in Atlanta eatin' shrimp with Shaun and Tay B
Some time without drank, boy? Yeah, I can't see
Me and bro keep droppin' shit, the city hate me
I been in the game, I'm the game, went in waist-deep
I mean I been in the game, yeah, waist-deep
I'm out there in that water, yeah, waist-deep
No, you can't face me, boy, you gotta face heat
I don't even eat certain shit 'cause it taste cheap
I ain't kill him, but he in a wheelchair, that's close enough
Yeah, dog ain't drinkin' Act', it's close enough
You got a ten milly, but don't shoot, you supposed to bust
If I don't hit dog, boy, I wasn't close enough
[Outro: KrispyLife Kidd]
If I shoot and don't hit dog, I wasn't close enough
That's what I meant