Poverty left scars on me
I know my opps be watching me
So I stay with this Glock on me
For who want try to plot on me
You know them killas rock with me
Act out get hit with shots for free
I heard he plan on poppin me
He tryna get the drop on me
But that shit there ain't stopping me we pull up where ya mama be

Yeah, gang shit
Please don't step up yo lane bitch
Lame bitch, we gone leave his white Tee stained quick
Dangerous, I swear to god this shit get dangerous
I go and drop a bag up on yo head and leave you brainless
These bullets here ain't picky they hit you and who you came with
Say you are who you hang with
So if you round the opp you is the opp I get your brain split

Yeah, real steppa
Real choppa, real thug
We smoke real drugs
And deal drugs
You ain't sold shit