Okay, mic, chat, zap, zap, at all
Might feel like Gotti, my belotti on 51st and Wally
Body for body like I'm Ozzy, rockin' with a Tommy
Try to play me, homie, you're not, I got a pop cuz
These rings, one to the brain, lullaby cuz
Rock a bop, baby, to sleep, close curtains
Nigga, how you gon' expect to eat?
If you ain't work it, nigga, take me to the boss
I don't talk to the worker, niggas
Green team sippin' green, red or some purple
Two-liter .4, lettin' fans desire
Only time I make plans, it's the bands that fall
I've been in jail and backshot and still standin' tall
Chasin' guap, meetin' wops at the Landon Mall
G-Lock, 30 shots, no stock clip
Two Jets, probably got your bitch in the cockpit
Rock stars, no guitar, we really rock ***
For her, I got a pop cuz
I heard her from Bobby Smurda, been on some hot ***, nigga
I can't leave the streets alone
Tryna make right, but every right seem wrong
The Ave is my home, the block be my throne
Leave you Swiss cheese for the cheese
Tryna leave this beef alone
After the sack, like a worn sack
I'll put it on your mind like a snapback, so fall back
Crucifix hang from my neck like a dog tag
Prayin' for better days when it's all bad
*** the red zone, the dude you call your mans' turn, you know I'm back


You to the man, he be breathin' on
In this world so cold, ride around with the heat on
Before I leave the crib, it's runnin' ahead, before I leave home
On the blacktop, circle face rocks off a iPhone
When you the nigga, you the niggas, who niggas plottin' on?
When you on your own, not alone, who the *** do you call on?
Ten toes down, I stand strong
*** a handout, or a shoulder to lean on
*** niggas who I shoulder lean on
Four in the twenty, leanin' like a lacquered one
White walls, sippin' yak, pushin' packs
Every sack be straight, bro, dawg
Cryin' with hustle, finna hustle
We mobbin', movin' muscles, drivin' through the struggle
Droppin' niggas who ain't tryin' to bubble
Read the box before I pop a nigga, tryin' to tussle
Sippin' on purple for my troubles, I just poured a double
Threw some sandies in it, tryin' to get my brain straight
Sip the drink and paint away, twist and think about a ape
Spit some propane to the face, treat a nigga, bitch, I'm game-laced
Tryin' to keep the same face, I'm losin' hitters every day
Good and bad, I'm a good guy, I'm a good guy, I'm a good guy
Get it every way and do it for my kids' sake
Watchin' for the pigs, ayy, and free my niggas out the cage
Told her, hey, man, I'm tryin' to get a master plan in the play
Niggas who ain't seein' out of eye with it, it's in the way
Jeff into my face, I'll put you in a real sad position
Blood been tryin' to keep it cool, got some bad intentions
A hard head make a soft ass, damn, listen
Street, get body bagged for mob business
Niggas ain't built for this mob ***
We in the field still, we still catchin' wops
Bitch, 32 stuffed in my Glock clip
Threw my lil' bro a pack, told him he can keep all the profits
Try to run off with my sack, then, nigga, I'm rockin'
On sight, no fakin', niggas know how I get
But on the up and up, lil' nigga, get your money up
Got it raw, nigga, put your foot on it and double up
I'm from the slums, never had a thing when I was comin' up
Watchin' up, got the trap jumpin' like Double Dutch
As a lil' nigga, I was broke as ***, so can game
Learned early that friends change
So I'm out of here, I'm out of here
Soon as the cash came, so I don't *** with niggas
Stay in my own lane, tryin' to see figures off the cocaine
Pluggin' all the homies, niggas gettin' taxed if y'all know me
You new niggas is phonies, informants workin' with the police
All I know is mob, money over broads
I grind for the hundreds, but throwin' ones at your bride
Dirty money washed and hit the block with the packs
Anthrax in the drought, collect tax for every sack
When it's beat, they say they in the streets, I doubt that
But how I close doors, they pull me out
Postin' with a cow check, I'm on the blacktop
Keep one up top if you a top hat
My cliff feel to the max, in my hammock cop back
I stay strapped like a backpack
Twenty-one rounds, I call blackjack
Turn into a ghost like Snapchat
Overkill so I don't have to back, back, backtrack
You won't make it where I roam, in the crime zone
You live in different time zones, you faked it in some robstones
I'm back on, trappin' off the track
And I ain't leavin' to eat, to the hoesack
A hard cranium made for soft cheeks, you niggas weak
Knockin' chief, dang it, though, for thinkin' this *** sweet
I be in the streets on my feet, pockets full of D
I don't *** with that pork, but if it's beef, you know I'ma eat
Never been a pussy, I got hands like a octopus
Or I can throw a bullet, got big guns like Optimus
Nigga, if you grittin', stay dusty, don't make it obvious
Stack that dough up like waffles and get up out of this
Time keep tickin', but who can stop me?
You be watchin' the clock, though, I'm just tryin' to get it
Me and my niggas makin' blocks roll, police on patrol
I don't care, I got the snotty nose
Out here in the cold, pumpin' gas like a conico
Push it to the limit, no Ross Rick, my bar's sick
Still in the slums, passin' presents out to little kids
Leave my community, tryin' to give back a little bit
But wops keep comin' back at the back, lookin' for another hit