IKnow they be stepping with fear like he really stepping on themI know they open their ears and be like who better than himIt must be the jack of my hand * if I got a gawk on my hip *It must be mistaken again cause fours not taste no bitchWe put them thirties on all our glocks not saving we spend them knots a car on the street that ain't never been seenWe sending it back to the lot thought she could dig in my pocketsNot sorry for spoiling your plot but color your toes get them right when you go to kick in them rocksThe feelings I got they can fit in the box angels around me when I'm in the field be swinging the stick like I'm playing withKnots and why would I stop if it's all that I got ride on around my feet to theTop we still got a whole lot of props *. We still got a whole lot of shotsI'm like what they gonna do in our park. Yeah, they gonna be hit by me and never well some tell me they forgotThey could have told me today night. I'm not how they gonna leave me, right?My son my fans I've been waiting on jobs and you wanna block up and keep me in highService I'm gonna stopThe nerve you tell me to stopThe nerve you tell me the cop do thisthe nerve you tell me to stop shootingtheThe nerve, you tell me to cop Deuces and hymns take a bottle to upThe last thing you seen was a chop The first thing you seen was a copI look in the mirror a lot And all I can see is a starBut all I can see is a block And they cannot * with my mindBut they been deceiving my heart Knew who you was, they don't like who you areWorkin' on * from the setters apart If the dead come with my spirit to partRight on the earth, I'll be leavin' the mark You can get hit when you get in the fieldSo niggas like you better play in the yard Put this on Jay for my broad dog heartSittin' to pay for the gang, I got heart And they like this * gotta endBut really, it ain't even start I'm back in my feelings againGotta go for the brother I lost I'm tryna get rid of them niggasBut you know I don't care what it cost This * he be rappin' is falseKill who, who he knocked off Don't shoot, he ain't my dogThat's you that ate my call My turn, don't hold that ballThese shots knock all y'all off Last * niggas pulled up hereThis hunk, his ass can't hear Right there, they drop they tearsAnd the J's tryna take my ears But the jail don't bring no fearThat jail don't bring no fearThat jail don't bring no fear I'm gon' be right hereI'm gon' be right here