[Produced by Dree the Drummer]

[Intro]
Ain’t no other n***as like my n***as, you feel me?
(Raising Hell ain’t an option, it’s in our blood
Signed to the streets!)

[Chorus]
I'ma ride for my brothers
I'll die for them, that's on my mother
Only the streets can feel my struggle
One thing about 'em ain't no other
I raise hell in my city (And I know, I know, I know, I know)
I raise hell in my city, so be prepared in my city

[Verse 1]
Lost Nuski and Pat to a bunch of these bitch n***as
Street n***a heart but the mind of a rich n***a
What's happenin', go back me and bro never switch, n***a
O Town, late night studio, smokin', stain
Couple drinks, tryna get me to sip, n***a
Gave bro thirty something years, he ain’t a snitch n***a
I don't know what's going on with half of these split n***as
One minute in the house next time wanna spit n***as
My city respect and honor me
Ain't a killer but break the bond and see
Muzzle with the chop, trigger finger water
I bet it could part a sea
I'll decease for my n***as
Twenty one years in the streets with my n***as
And that's to my momma, she know about my brother
She know she playin' for keeps, n***a
Late night tryin' stretch somethin'
Dice game, sellin' drugs, it ain't safe after dark, n***a
Call bro, bring the pole, thirty six O’s, then you know not to park n***a
And it’s hell in my city, two shots hit head or tail in my city
War time if it's animosity, and I got the squad to rock with me
[Chorus]
I'ma ride for my brothers
I'll die for them, that's on my mother
Only the streets can feel my struggle
One thing about 'em ain't no other
I raise hell in my city (And I know, I know, I know, I know)
I raise hell in my city, so be prepared in my city

[Verse 2]
Ride, I'm a rider
Beef with my squad then theres no survivors
Young n***as fourteen, no L's that be drivin'
Then catch a body on a n***a be lackin', we 'bout violence
Let alcohol trick you to a coffin
Think I'm sweet tell lil' bro to off 'em
Chicago on my back, n***a
No love in hip-hop cause we don't act n***a
Sip act n***a on the block with a Mac n***a
No money but we tax n***as
N***a's city show love to the rap n***as
That's my all my L's go loyal
And these n***as, these bitches ain't loyal
And these streets, these streets ain't for you
And I'm a rider so save that shit for them other n***as
N***as ain't fuckin' with us, n***as ain't ridin' with us
These n***as ain't out every night on the strip with the hammers outside with us
Magazine tryin' to vibe with us, hoppin' out that black Benz tryin' to slide with us
N***as say I'm bad business but n***as cuffin' bitches, I'm a side n***a
[Chorus]
I'ma ride for my brothers
I'll die for them, that's on my mother
Only the streets can feel my struggle
One thing about 'em ain't no other
I raise hell in my city (And I know, I know, I know, I know)
I raise hell in my city, so be prepared in my city