SRW, aye
How the f#ck you let the gang go
You ain’t even let the gang know
Talking sh#t, I bet it stay closed
I been ducking, seeing rainbows
How the f#ck you let the gang go
You ain’t even let the gang know
Another homicide, yeah (Yeah)
Another homicide, yeah (Yeah)
Another homicide, yeah—aye (Yeah)
Another homicide, yeah—aye
I said how the—how the f#ck you let the gang go
And you ain’t even let the gang know
Keep talking sh#t then I bet that casket stay closed
How the f#ck you let that gang go
Guess it’s crazy how you changed
How I change flows, change clothes
Change hoes, chains that be all around my neck
I be loading up some weight so I be toting on my tech, yeah
And this a freestyle, meanwhile, got yo girl on speed dial
I been plotting for miles and I change, sh#t
They say I lane switched
They say I’m big tripping
But it’s a big difference
Most these n#gg#s b#tch n#gg#s
They ain’t with sh#t
b#tch, I’m tryna hit like seven figures
See how farther that I can get
n#gg#s talking on my name
Gotta do this for my family, n#gg#
Talking all that sh#t but they ain’t with sh#t
And that’s on my Granny, n#gg#
How the f#ck you let the gang go
And you ain’t even let the gang know
I been ducking seeing rainbows
How the f#ck you let the gang go
And you ain’t even let the gang know
Talking sh#t then I bet that casket stay closed
Pull up in a hearse, we disperse
We gon do you dirt
We gon hit yo block up
Getting on yo nerves
Hit that curb, b#tch, that’s word
To my Grandma Rose, for sure
Another homicide, yeah (Yeah)
Another homicide, yeah (Yeah)
Another homicide, yeah—aye (Yeah)
Another homicide, yeah—aye
(Roseworld Records, First Class
T6, TEmUp, 7, Dayton Gang, ODM
Out Da Mud, SRW, L4D, Left 4 Dead
Cleveland, you already know, The Land
Shout out SSO, 216, Black Heart, East Side)
Shout out everybody, bruh
Shout out every f#ckin but in this b#tch
CLE, and we in The Heights with it, b#tch
And on the real, bruh (n#gg#s know)
You just gotta keep it real with yourself
sh#t really get crazy, man, you gotta stay safe
Stay on top and stay alert
You feel me
Ain’t nobody ever tell me that growing up
I don’t know, man
Times I feel like giving up like for real
It’s like no matter how much I keep tryna chase
The horizon it’s like
I can’t escape it, all the sh#t
You know what I’m saying
Heart, body, mind and soul
You got them sh#ts in line, you Gucci, for real
Get yo money, stack the f#ck up
f#ck what anybody else think, bruh
Do you, bruh
Focus on you
SRW shit
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