9-1-1, what's the nature of your emergency?
This town ain't big enough for the two of us
Wanna do downtown with the pack
You put the time tying on the map
My n***a tight in here and on the cap
Ain't wanna play to pull up at the mask
I hear that sick trope for the slot
I was like Charlie was and he was out
Ain't no confusion, jump from the guy
Return the bird and match it to the trap
They tried to lead the nitty like a thump
Our circumstances left us in a slump
So pop used to ride around with the pump
With that radio hit but we ain't talking Trump
Taking your lunch so we can have some lunch
That was my daddy and I am his son
Might pull up on GT in a GT
Throw a smiley n***a in the trunk
Like f*** it, I gotta do it then it's done
Open to say we taking what we want
If that n***a play to make him strip naked
Drop him off at Navy, this ain't what you want
You better hold step though
Don't beat me to the punch
How you gonna steal then try to stunt?
My city was burning, they was eating brunch
I'm plotting revenge, rolling up the runs
I ain't gonna tell you n***a more than once
Ayy, rebuilding the things they was stealing
Nobody wanted more than us
We ain't telling n***as more than once
Ain't nobody asking for a handout
We just take it what belong to us
But if it's war, we put them in the dust
Black barb from America
White rose petals, gold melanin
The true form of the specimen
You ain't buying, you ain't selling them
Kutukente's
Kutukente's relative
Paying blood, Mr. President
Black Wall Street residents
Finna put a dent off in your deficit
I'm raising an argument, we the ones started this
We from the town, town, town