[Intro: Village Boo]
G, you done already flooded these n***as out, man
Now I guess it's time to let the hurricane rain on 'em while you tango all the way to the motherfuckin' bank
'Cause you know, the only way to progress is to trust the process, it's Village Boo

[Verse 1: G Perico]
It's gon' be a cold summer
It's gon' be a long year
With all these young n***as startin' war
It's gon' be some more n***as getting killed
They say you ain't a real one 'til you kill somethin'
'Til you chip somethin', 'til you make a million
Walk in this bitch with my mask on
Can't be identified if I wanna blam somethin'
Hahaha
Said, "Whеre you from?" All you heard was, "Blah, blah"
Pop go the wеasel
We don't give a fuck if you out with your people
If we don't get you, you gon' die anyway
That's how that shit go on my side in L.A
Had four hundred cash rubberband on my sofa
Took a pic for the gram but I still ain't post it
I'm broke baby, South Central ain't been no joke lately
But I like it like this, I put the gang on the wall and I strike it like this
I-N-C-L-I-C-C, don't facetime me while I'm out in the street
I gotta keep my head on a swivel
It's a purge in the city, you ain't heard? They'll kill you
Murder games goin' on
Six years in and a hurricane goin' strong
I can't stop, five hundred grand a month, thirty grand a stop
A million on the block I own Broadway boxin'
They said I had it wrong, I'm tryna see what they was watchin'
Tango, tango, tango, tango, tango, tango, tango, tango
[Verse 2: BlocBoi Fame]
Yeah, it's a lot on my plate
Young n***a gotta carry all this weight
Now the crib got a gate
I don't sell real estate but I could put you in your place
Let's get it straight, lotta n***as that I fed actin' like they never ate
You ungrateful ass n***as, if you don't knock it off
Better use your head 'fore I knock it off
Ayy, big bossin'
Big checks in the mail when I'm talkin'
Ayy, fly shit I do often
I'ma be like this until they put me in a coffin
We could talk business when you pull up to the office
I'm still independent, I been turnin' down offers
Big chops, ain't no tellin' what it cost us
They killin' in the city so you gotta move cautious
This L.A
N***as runnin' 'round with guns like GTA
Everybody gotta die, this could be your day
I don't know about y'all, but we don't play
If they ain't from two up gang then they ain't straight
You ain't tryna elevate, then you just in the way
And we ain't got all day
Get your head in the game 'fore you fumble the play
Ayy, I'm Blocboi Fame
Put some respect on my motherfuckin' name
Ayy, you know what I claim
Commander and the chief of the two wheel gang
Ayy, I'm Blocboi Fame
I'm the OG, I give you lil' n***as all the game
And no, we not the same
When I die they gone put a n***a in the hall of fame
[Outro]
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