[Intro]
(Can't rush the vibe, Rando)

[Verse 1: EST SkiMike]
N***as want me dead, but I'm steadily in the trenches
Rollin' all this reggie got me stumblin' and trippin'
N***as made diss songs and turned they friends into victims
Ten G's will have your friends at your candle vigil
I wish I would run, blick, you know I'll die with you
Side to side with you, down to ride with you
Hop out the car and send a few n***as with you
All that woofin' on the 'net, but had everything handed to you
N***as on my dick, talkin' to these bitches like it ain't our bitch
Steadily hatin' while I'm meditatin' with these white bricks
Humble n***a played Bible, fell in love with gettin' rich
Really put more work in, risked my life for n***as turned bitch
We the ones behind a lot of shit, but ain't gotta claim shit
Shootin' out the car, now you a killer? You a cold bitch
Quarterbackin' all these plays, no audible, I see the blitz
Never seen no jailbreak, you third person, you ain't no boss, n***a
Hidin' behind your daddy, you just talkin', you just a talkin' n***a
Blood got them bodies, keep hatin', this ain't Wendy Williams
Last thing I told blood before he passed was, "Go get them n***as"
Opps ain't did nothin' but ride cap
While they brains be gettin' knocked out
It ain't a n***a who made a diss song who ain't been shot at
I know you seen the way them .223s made that car melt
The way your partner laid there on the ground with his heart out
I know your hood felt that dark cloud
[Verse 2: Lil Jairmy]
N***as, they know better than to diss me
Go and get the shovel, put him six feet
I might have to kill her, it depend on what my bitch see
Never leave no witness, I can't let no cat convict me
N***as claim they killers, really rats, they can't convince me
I was there when what's-his-name got whacked, act like I didn't see
N***a try me on the first, I swear we slidin' 'til the sixteenth
Walk your ass down, I keep some killers runnin' with me
Don't stop 'til they extinct, n***a, go in overtime
Sent so many hits, got n***as that I owe a dime
I'm ready for the blitz, got sticks that's my lil' boy size
I'm frontline with this shit, ain't runnin' when it's war time
N***as sloppy, we slide organized
Ain't no point in talkin' 'til we hit the main target
Catch him on the highway in his car, I'm tryna park it
Turn his bitch into a widow, turn his daughter to an orphan
Don't try and post, be bad boys, you n***as cops, Martin Lawrence
I just pulled up on my block up in a foreign
Really havin' reach, can get you shot while I'm out tourin'
I ain't popped a n***a in some months, this shit gettin' borin'
Can't wait 'til a n***a make me get up out this bitch, get back to scorin' (Pussy n***a)