[Intro]
(Verse2)

[Verse 1: Peysoh]
We really bounce out broad day like it's a sport
I ain't into givin' passes, can't hang, stay on the porch
It's time to play ball and I ain't talkin' on the court
Catch a n***a out of bounds and I'm quick to go up the score
This the hand I was dealt, I ain't pick my own road
Tired of slavin' on that block, man, that shit gettin' old
Thuggin' with a tooly on me ain't the shit that I chose
And when them n***as killed my dad, I swear to God I ain't froze
It took a minute, but I went and did my thing with that pole
When you slide in these streets, it ain't an option to fold
I hit that cell back to back, bitch, I stood ten toes
If you put them in my shoes, these lil' boys woulda told
Summertime where I'm from, in thеse streets, it get cold
You ain't welcomе where I hang, you get stripped for your gold
I got it on me, let it blow if any n***a get close
Big blower, run up on me, knock you out of your clothes
Your big homie, he a bitch, y'all gettin' trained by a ho
Poppin' hot shit through the 'net, you must think you bold
Thirty stick with a beam, quick to snatch me a soul
Bitch, I'm from that 6 block, on Fishburn Ave, I'm well-known
All that shit that you be rappin', that's what I'm really livin'
I'm bareface, walk up on you, I'ma show you who did it
The sucka side real scary, only slide with a tinted
Mama tellin' me slow down, baby boy, you so gifted
I'm still thuggin', down to ride, so don't get my name twisted
Ain't shit change 'cause I'm rappin', I'll still knock off his fitted
Still the same block boy, every day in my section
I be really in these streets where it's known to get hectic
Stop cappin', you ain't slid, you ain't been on a mission
I done been up on the opp block and did something wicked
Ask them n***as politickin', man, they'll tell you I'm trippin'
I'm kickin' doors and crackin' safes every day, I'm addicted
Fightin' cases back to back, I gotta watch what I mention
I know these n***as out to get me, so I'm clutchin' a weapon
I'ma go to jail for life before I end up in heaven
You gotta practice what you preach or we gon' teach you a lesson
Hope you mean it up in person like you said when you textin'
Like you said when you textin'
Or we gon' teach you a lesson
I hope you mean it up in person like you said when you textin'
[Verse 2: Mozzy]
All the money in the world don't mean nothin'
When it ain't no real loyalty amongst us (Word to mother)
I'm still yellin', "Fuck the world," n***as thuggin'
Took them trips and they could never take that from us
Word to my mama, I put in work with the llama
We cook his carne asada, I got a squad full of shottas
And they don't play about your 4th n***a (Huh?)
Hey, all that playing'll get you tormented (Huh?)
Double-lapped 'em on the score and then they forfeited
Just bought a Fanta, fuck you think I'm finna pour in it?
Tell the ones that want my spot they gotta kill me for it
Solicit albums to the label, I need a million for it (Yeah)
Came home to a Benz, that ain't no rented foreign
Somebody tell DZ I miss him and I'm still livin' for him
You know it's one up top 'cause n***as still at war
HGM or 6 Block until the suckas score, it's 4th

[Verse 3: Peysoh]
Like Mozzy said, we still at war, so it's one up top
Keep a Glock hot for the opps 'cause they pray I flop
Heard they still want me dead, so we stalk with chops
Confirm kills, run 'em down when we throwin' shots
Don't give a fuck if n***as lookin', I'm so extra'd out
If I don't got a blower, then you know I'm finna max 'em out
Dumpster boy, catch an opp, then we bag his ass
Shootouts broad day, got it lookin' like it's Pakistan
Knock a n***a down, then hide out like a caveman
If we on a mission, shoot to kill, that's the gameplan
We don't drive-by, bitch, we hoppin' out a minivan
Hollows fuck a n***a spine up, he should've never ran