[Intro]
Lil bro got a Glock in his Goyard
Every n***a get checked like Louis V
I heard what the n***a wanna do to me (Look, look)
They put money on my head, that ain't new to me
(HL8)
Ayy
(Elevate this mix-)

[Chorus]
Cold Heart, buss a nut, tell her "Go yard"
Chrome bark, put a bullet in your Chrome Heart
No mask, but I can't let him go past
Tryna turn the opp block to a grow yard
Lil bro got a Glock in his Goyard
Every n***a get checked like Louis V
I heard what the n***a wan' do to me
They put money on my head, that ain't new to me
Like why them n***as wan' kill me? (Why)
He said "Suspect, don't kill me" (Die)
Why you think they all feel me? (Why)
I spit the life of a real G (Ahh)
Talkin dirt? Then I'm filthy, filthy
Interruptin' my killstreak
City Of God, this real G
Back in the day, called SY "Li'l Zé"
[Verse 1]
I was with Skatts and the real Zee
Kidnap yutes 'cah the n***a tried steal P's
And we turned all the white girls into lil freaks
Don't shoot blanks 'cah we shoot back real sweets
Back my sh- Back my shank in an instant
Concrete Jungle, Animal Instinct
Black blade, like bad news let it sink in
Sinkin', swing my ramz where you're thinkin'
Pimpin', fuck his hoe 'cah he's simpin'
Spin ting, send some shots while they're drinkin'
Impulse, spin that block off a inkling
My reaper senses are tinglin'
We don't care if you're a Kingpin
That's just more of a reason to pitch him
Bang your doors if you're listenin', listenin'
Free my dargs in the system