[Intro: Proof]
Alright
I'm tired of this shit, you hear me?
Motherfucker if we get out this shit (Yeah fo' sho')
I ain't never going back you hear me?
Never (Never no more)
I'ma do whatever I got to do
I'm on some state property shit (Lay down, stay down n***a)

[Verse 1: Proof]
Packing a fo' fo' [?]
Running from po-po, my pockets stressed from no dough
Hustle by night, tustle and fight
Muscled the right victim by touching they life, rushing the stripes
With the AK-47 hitting squares
Don't lose your life over that stairwell
Ain't going back to jail, back in Hell
I'm taking the city with me before I'm packed back in cells
Got a mission [?] Mafia wishlist
Hopping the fences, vicious, I'm walking the districts (Districts)
Sensless, reckless behaviour, blasting your neighbour
My connections is major, agents get [flavour flesh wounds?] with some razors
Wild the fuck out with Von Carlisle, "Gimme the car now!"
We'll get a Uzi to trim up your eyebrows
[?] robbing your dreads
I'm a 5 Star general dodging the feds, it's Grand Theft Auto
[Chorus: J-Hill & Proof]
My reasons are need are reasons of greed
In the season to bleed n***a, it's Grand Theft Auto
No need for reasoning, increase the reason
Y'all gon' bleed this evening, we killers, it's Grand Theft Auto
Ain't no games and fun, dangerous scum
We aim the gun n***a, it's Grand Theft Auto
No fun and games, just run that chain
Before the gun spits flame, it's Grand Theft Auto

[Verse 2: Kuniva]
Yo, I got an occupation of blasting people, dodging incarceration
This double barrel's guaranteed to push a n***a's face in
Paper chasing, adrenaline rushing, heart is racing
Pacing back and forth in abandoned buildings, that's my station
A gun for hire, get hung with wire