She might get killed, he might get hit upIn my section, we keep sticks for safetyIt's on our bed, boy, if you try to play meInside my hood, we still dope to make itI pray to God, I just hope you make itWe put switches on the back of the Glocks for them oppsBut it's quarter-caliber to make how we brought it out the boxI told my father, ain't got nobody, he said, it's lonely at the topI told him, my nigga, that's realI'm gon' keep my head in the box, I'm gon' focusHow many kids you got to feed, gangsta, I feel you, niggaTrapped out in the spot house with them bankers, cause it's real, niggaIt's hard, but make it through, I know you will, niggaLet them talk behind your back, you gon' come up and that I feel, niggaGrandma say, baby, all you need is faith as a monster, seeI say, grandma, yeah, yeah, yeahMy faith bigger than a watermelon or a peach, yeah, yeahYou play me, you play me, you play meYou like a hobo, nighttime, man's down and I'll come out, that's how we raiseThis only day, push it and graze, just tell it to you nowHe gon' wait outside, boom, and take your faceHow the * you gon' comment on me at the top? I earned it and I made itIn my station, we keep sticks for safetyAnd turn out bad boy if you try to play meInside my hood, we set dope to make itI pray to God, I just hope you make itWe put switches on the back of the Glocks for them oppsBut it's quarter-caliber to make how we brought it out the boxI told my father, ain't got nobody, he said, it's lonely at the topI told him, my nigga, that's realI'm gon' keep my head in the box, I'm gon' focusInstead of getting my head dirty, I'm getting loadedExtra money straight off the lotto by a loadI said, my mama got a Glock, I got a 4-5 by the couchYou come in here, better be on itWith all this money, yeahTaking care to hold my sight, if not, even they killing meTake those sticks, we load them right and rid all our enemiesSelling birthdays like a young nigga got them for 10 to keepI'm made out of concrete, it'll stay, it ain't no enemyWe've been flashing out with these GlocksYeah, it's true, it's true, it's true12 murders with them, pulled off in 12 months, yeahPussy niggas with all this thang gon' end up deadThey gon' find you with a bullet shot straight to your headWe've been flashing out with these GlocksYeah, 12 murders with them, pulled off in 12 months, yeahPussy niggas with all this thang gon' end up deadThey gon' find you with a bullet shot straight to your headAnd I know for me, it's the sameIt's on our bed, boy, if you try to play meInside my hood, we sent dope to makeI pray to God, I just hope you make it*