[Intro: Young Nudy]
(Hahahaha)
Hahahaha
I told you I was comin', Killer (Yeah, bitch)
I'm tellin' you, yeah
I told you, yeah, I told you
I knew I told you
I heard about you, I'm tellin' you

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Let your worth ethic determine your worth
All for the family, the money come first
Blue Flame on a Sunday, it's rainin' in church
Can't see my dawgs, threw my dick in the dirt
Hope for the best and prepare for the worst
Rather die free than be locked up and burnt
Smell like a chick, I look wealthy in person
Been 'bout my bag, bitch, I'm back in my Birkin
Top dawg, can't let go this shit, I got lockjaw
They say real back in style, yeah, that's my fault
If my name in they mouth, then it's G.O.A.T. talk
Got to get back to work, ain't no days off
Gave my normalcy up, that's what fame costs
Any opp on my list, scratch his name off
Make ten million, that's for every slave bought
Blacked out Range, I'm swervin'
Devil red guts, bloody murder
Rebel with a cause, Nat Turner
Boss up, still a hard worker
Pink lemonade doin' numbers, ask Burna, yeah
Jaw like a lock, I'm humble, uh
No progress without struggle, uh
I'm the next Herman J. Russell, uh
You lookin' like food in the jungle
[Bridge: Killer Mike]
Quiet and kept, we make all the noise
Off the curb with the ATL Waterboyz
Play with them, not with us, we got all the toys
Can't tap in, they not valid, they null and void
This a hit, Barry Bonds, I'm on steroids
Feds is watchin' for real, I'm not paranoid
Back to back, black on black, murdered out the foreign
These big rocks on my watch look like asteroids

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I pull up in black truck (Black truck)
Everybody with me strapped up, boy, don't make us act up (Don't make us act up)
If you actin' like a actor, boy, I'm just gon' clap you (Clap him)
I don't hang with no type of actors, all my n***as 'bout action (Action)

[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
Light, camera, action (Action)
The stick just gon' get to blastin' (Baow)
This shit right here gon' get nasty (Nasty)
We gon' kill n***as, slump 'em in traffic (Slump 'em)
My dawg is really for real (Real)
They killin' this shit, this for real (For real)
We murderin' shit, nah, for real (Nah, for real)
Now twelve want us for real (For real, n***a)
See, the rest of y'all n***as, y'all pussy
Y'all n***as snitch, y'all n***as ain't real (Ain't real)
See, all my n***as, we with it (We with it)
Get in this shit, we know what it is (We know what it is)
We know what it is in the field (Field)
Ain't with that shit, it ain't real (Uh-uh)
'Cause you get in the room and squeel (And squeel)
You lil' pussy-ass-n***as for real, my dawg (Hold up), yeah
We gotta kill 'em all (We gotta kill 'em)
A hundred round stick, we fillin' 'em all (Fillin' 'em all)
We gotta kill 'em, dawg
We catch them slippin', we knockin' 'em off (We knockin' 'em off)
I don't care what it 'bout, don't care what it cost, we droppin' it off (Droppin' it off)
I don't care what it 'bout, we droppin' it off, we knockin' 'em off (Knockin' 'em off, yeah)
[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I pull up in black truck (Black truck)
Everybody with me strapped up, boy, don't make us act up (Don't make us act up)
If you actin' like a actor, boy, I'm just gon' clap you (Clap you)
I don't hang with no type of actors, all my n***as 'bout action (Action)

[Outro: Young Nudy]
All my n***as 'bout action
All my n***as 'bout action
Uh, I told you, uh, I told you
I knew I told you, yeah (Haha)