[Verse 1: Azizi Gibson]
Got locked up, had a bad bitch in my defense
Shoulda did a cool five years, I ain’t do five shit
Hoppin’ out this car right now if you try and ride dick
Real n***as go for the win, fuck what the odds is
Baha Men, who the fuck let the dogs in?
Get a big pan, big enough to put the sauce in
Get a big pan, big enough to put the sauce in
Don’t double cross him, don’t sleep on him
Don’t breathe loudly, to me, speak softly
Don’t tell me ‘bout your demons, I don’t need that on me
Ain’t tryna be a target, I don’t need y’all on me

[Chorus: Azizi Gibson]
Don’t wanna get shot, before I go
I gotta make sure that I reload
Don’t wanna get shot, before I go
I gotta make sure that I reload

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
Relocate, relax, reload, no rebuttal
A real n***a gon’ do what he gotta, I been humble
For too long, regulate, then grab the bag of weed, then I’m gone
Can’t replicate, they tried it sixty-nine
Ways and countin’, can’t mount up, I got it from the ground up
I relate to the ones that see it don’t come overnight
I relate to the ones who struggle, still get it right
I’m first class on this flight, come on, baby, light my fire
It’s a marathon, not a race, and these n***as tired
I put my bitch in diamonds and pearls, she treat me like she
On the honor roll, might need to refer the highest
In the buildin’, I’m good, I don’t need to hit yours
Cut the riff-raff, it’s refreshin’ when a n***a blessin’ this mic
I been slept on my life, okurr, I’m reloaded
The block quoted, top five, Brooklyn’s finest
Y'all know these n***as is not I, I’m not lyin’