[Intro]
Believe in me as I believed in you
I’ve been like a father to you
Be a son to me now
I have a father, his name was Ben Parker
Godspeed Spider-Man

[Verse 1: Woddy]
Bro not a talker, we in them V's I was never walker
9trayAG, I was never a hawker
We on the opps tryna score like a stalker
T-They get me mad when they saying my name
So, fuck it we trooping through Fosta
I'm on the opps, I’m with somebody daughter
She toting chop, like she Dora explorer
We in the V, tryna cruise through the opps
Brodie get drifty, he don't stop for cops
Parallel parking, when we on they block
Bro on the [?], flickin on the opps
Bro caught a beam, and put it on his Glock
I had to rub my pin, before I took a shot
I had to get a G, because I flicked a opp
We in [?], circling through the block
Bino died, somebody dropped
D-Dollars, somebody dropped
They know we up on the opps, thotty to hotty gone eat up the cock
Pop Rolla dissin but he gotta stop
Before we hit the Kreeps we reload every chop
I only left the scene, because I seen him flock
Free all the bros locked down on the rock
[Verse 2: Mdot 59]
2Fs, 2Ls tryna go for tha kill
Every time we get mad, n***as out to the hill
Bino pack, he caught Phil
If you not tryna Kreep on a Kreep I will
Jet got landed, he in a pack
B-Bino dead, n***a smoking the makk
Ray Deady dead, shot, bounce back
E-Ek backshot, why would you lack
Like, Like, Like
Tru is a faggot, like, Fatboy smacked with the gadget
I like em bad, boujee, ratchet
Double hands on a Deuce-deuce, yea that's a classic
Jodot be tight, n***a fucking his bitch
Like, that n***a come from the Mitch
Pop, n***a went out to the kicks
Got the ball on my hip, we not bending for flicks
Like, citybike demons tryna spin with the Ls
Kreeps to hot, we keep leaving them shells
A-A1 what? It’s not ringing no bells
Wick got shot, tried to run and he fell
W-We on they side, n***as know we get busy
All, all black tryna throw out renty
Citybike demon, n***as know we get blicky
Like OMBK, n***as threw about fifty
Like, 2-3 zone they can't fuck with the Fs
Like, they know we shooting like Steph
In the back of the V, tryna flick at a Vet
We gon’ do him like Quai and start holding ya neck
H-He want some Nu Money, I want a Kreep
B-Beam in the night, you can't run from the G
Pop Rolla B, he so [?]
They won't go to the [?], they sucking our beef
Flying downtown, bitch I'm flashing the gun
2-3 zone, ain't nowhere you can run
MK sweet, n***as never did nun
Go check on your rapper, he ducked from the gun