Came up from the block, where it’s hard, nun’ but jugg and rob
Hit ’em in the head, with this carb, call that, battle scares
Swervin’ lane to lane, with the rod, feelin’ like some stars
Brodie already told ’em, if they play shot’s out these cars
We ain’t all killers, but gone guarantee we play our part
Switches on the seat, tossed ’em in the back like Rosa Parks
Smokin’ Louie Loafers, like 4nem said, we goin’ far
Smoked all the Gelatti, plus the Runtz, back to the bar
Beacon applying heat, on my Kramer sh#t like it was Saw
Runnin’ takin’ leaps, burning on our time we livin’ raw
Hittin’ licks one deep, plus a couple time’s he had to draw
Swervin’ in the street’s, switchin’ lane to lane sayin’ f#ck the law
Public Housing living cheap, having cold’s and eating slaw
Riding doing sweeps, leaving prints, like they had a paw
Riding with some stepper’s, real killers won’t leave a flaw
Shooter gotta shoot, plus big homie, he’ll break your jaw
Killers move like Casper, to the left, call that Cha-Cha
Caught up in the streets, with no move, now it’s rah-rah
Heatin’ Up all the stu’s, with one word, that was Haja
Shorty ain’t my food, I won’t eat her, so it’s ta-ta, (Bye bye)
In and out with different tag’s
Shorty tweakin’ tryin’ get in my bag, (what)
Close to that where the ratchet stashed, (rah)
Euphoria status when I popped my last, (Jigga)
Reup quick imma do that fast
All day I been smoking gas
Turn the volume up then thrash, bob your head gone do that fast
Watch your back just in case they blast
Shiesty sh#t, gone put on a mask
Thirty rounds in banana mag’s, NewWave the future we ain’t the past
Frame the moment just like a cast, and play your role like your on a feast
Tryin’ prepare for Sunday mass, better yet like it was your last
Bob your head gone do that fast
Shakey status when I popped my last, (Jigga)
Jiggas all day used to be in my bag
Lost nine xanz after class, didn’t want to inform the task
Settin’ off all the red flag’s, no arrest warrant only flash
Did the dash like Steve Nash
Came up from the block, where it’s hard, nun’ but jugg and rob
Hit ’em in the head, with this carb, call that, battle scares
Swervin’ lane to lane, with the rod, feelin’ like some stars
Brodie already told ’em, if they play shot’s out these cars
We ain’t all killers, but gone guarantee we play our part
Switches on the seat, tossed ’em in the back like Rosa Parks
Smokin’ Louie Loafers, like 4nem said, we goin’ far
Smoked all the Gelatti, plus the Runtz, back to the bar
Broskie he a magician, I ain’t playin’, he turn n#gg#s missing
In and out the kitchen, still, caint, never, do the dishes
Feelin’ like Taj Gibson, seventy five, with like six equipment’s
Playmaking way better, cause they knowin’, that we, stand on business
Everybody carry barrettes, if it was my choice, I would make amendment’s
Make life way better, it was my choice so I benefited
Heart cold as the weather, global warming need to, come and hit it
Jack Frost with a sweater, but the suite we know, was over pimpin’
Might of threw a little money, but the team you know ain’t never simpin’
Shorty actin’ a little funny, so you know I told her, hike it, get it
New girl on my line, steady blowin’ it around like a fidget spinner
Told her I ain’t got time, cause she f#ckin’ round with a real winner
Came up from the block, where it’s hard, nun’ but jugg and rob
Hit ’em in the head, with this carb, call that, battle scares
Swervin’ lane to lane, with the rod, feelin’ like some stars
Brodie already told ’em, if they play shot’s out these cars
We ain’t all killers, but gone guarantee we play our part
Switches on the seat, tossed ’em in the back like Rosa Parks
Smokin’ Louie Loafers, like 4nem said, we goin’ far
Smoked all the Gelatti, plus the Runtz, back to the bar
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