Hook〉
We spent time out’ on da pavement
Packing them toolie’s while we on probation
Mobbin with killa’s
And runnin with raiders
The bullets ttips hit em & leave em with craters
Don’t even hit me it ain’t about da paper
I can’t be chilling with b#tches and haters
And I’m sending out clips if they looking for favors
We sending them raiders to get em with lasers
Look I’m spinning the block
And we running keeping
The stag out
I am the man of the challenge
They wanting a challenge we spinning & we bringing the clips out
I am the man of the power
The man of the hour
They want it we pulling the sticks out
I got some n#gg#s to pull up a hunnid with gunnas & n#gg#s is steppin with sticks out
We ain’t gone b#tch out b#tch
We step him
That 30 round b#tch my weapon
I got some killas they really be reckless
Hang out the top of the roof with choppas longer than Texas
Somebody get lil dude he get shot down just for flexing
Double 002 what the Draco do
Imma kill em by the 2’s
Now how we press em
My mind is feeling relentless
All the time I spent in da trenches
f#ck with my slime you know we gone get em
(Uh) I tried to warn em we running with killas
It’s eye for eyes so f#ck out yo feelings
We on the ride with choppas & pistols
We pull up outside & we caught em out slipping
Them n#gg#s get killed out in front of they children
Look, look
We packs rods for them n#gg#s
We keep pride inside our killas
Bullet eyes rip through pillars
Uzi’s, 9’s rip through pillows
n#gg#s dying tires squealing
My state of mind is rebellious
They don’t comply with the message
By tonight we gone kill em
We spent time out’ on da pavement
Packing them toolie’s while we on probation
Mobbin with killa’s And runnin with raiders
Them bullets tip hit em & leave em with craters
Don’t even hit me it ain’t about da paper
I can’t be chilling with b#tches and haters
And I’m sending out clips if they looking for favors
We sending them raiders to get em with lasers
Look
I’m in the streets with my goons
Sweeping them n#gg#s I’m keeping a broom
I’m in da vet with a b#tch go zoom
With a red bone shorty bih smoking a flume
(Uh) stack in da bag with a 5 of that juice
Counting up stacks in the back of the room
Ain’t no telling no cap what I’m really gone do
Them n#gg#s that’s capping can’t f#ck with them dudes
Bullets tips spinnin & they hit em with em with venom
They calling out shots & they know where to send em
Pop out that door & we run & we get em
And I’m betting my dollars I know imma get em
Claiming he gangsta’ but really be squealing
f#ck what that thinkn we know who da’ realest
They internet banging we run in the fields
n#gg#s get hit with them bangers don’t know how that feel
Look
I needa chill
Pop me a pill
Pop me a seal
You know the deal
You know the drill
Stick to the code
n#gg#s gone pull up and kill
20 years old signing his will
This Life in the trenches that sh#t get real
& That’s why we told em they might wanna chill
They lighting the candles for lil g killed
Look
Ain’t sh#t about it fake
Look
Outta the trenches we came
Man we paid our way
Look
We ain’t give a f#ck about bank
Only give a f#ck about bang
Huh
Gang banging n#gg#s gone die
Huh
30 round came with his eyes & when we catch him outside
We gone get it on live
We spend time out’ on da pavement
Packing them toolie’s while we on probation
Mobbin with killa’s And runnin with raiders
Them bullets tips hit em & leave em with craters
Don’t even hit me it ain’t about da paper
I can’t be chilling with b#tches and haters
And I’m sending out clips if they looking for favors
We sending them radars to get em with lasers
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