I can feel it in my heart, the oven empty Women been slidin' out that bucket till it's empty Switch the lanes, we gon' keep squeezin' I throw these toots and dips for the gang Never tell him what you know, that's how I know him, keep the thing I throw the extra down, we cut up up and next him out That homie die, they stay inside, they gon' party in the house My homie die, we lyin', I don't see them niggas there in my home You hit that cell, he stays in tow, you never tell him what you know Talkin' high power, hit the back and broke his nose *** a gang, why we got black rags? It's for the culture This bitch called my phone, she said I *** but I don't know it This bitch called my phone, she tryna ***, I'm tryna hold it I didn't wanna do it, you gotta blow her, I gotta blow her I gotta rock no more, I get money when I speak I'm not into red beef, we gon' leave him in the street I'm tryna wipe this nigga face and knock his body off his feet I'm not a new nigga, I've been thuggin' in the streets I ain't arguin' with no nigga, you gon' shoot, Lord, you gon' shoot Put a check on your man, when I see him, he was spooked Feel you got me, dawg, but I'm sayin' it, cause that's my goal We're groovin' on the lane, that's my time, give me the bro' Thought my life was over when I blabbed inside the coupe Thottin' diamonds for some shoes See the cops, you gotta cruise E.I.P.'d all my troops, you'll never hear us even Slept a lot, I slept a couple times and it was evening Livin' in the trenches, here come shots where I was sleepin' Walked down on him, popped him up and left him sleepin' They seen us success, they know we gon' succeed It's kinda dark, it's okay, we by the beam Look up the switch, 20 shots before you can blink They know that we in the team, we been scorin' for the league We just take it, we're strong, don't have an artist on my jeans Angel Heaven sent us Run that back west