Okay, gonna be
Mama, Zach, we're making these again
I won't let him move it, take a loss
That boy is losing, winning, got him in the toy
But he gon' hesitate to use it, he get off
He ain't gon' get back, tryna hit him where he sit at
Bro be lurking where you wig at, where his block
Yo, he gon' bend that, niggas know my brother's been that
On the block is where we been at, got him running
Know he hit that windpipe, where the * the wind at?
Ain't no talking, had to get that
They like down where the odds been at, niggas been had with the get that
Got no click back with that kick back
J4 crazy, that's for sure, we so down to kick the dough
Niggas playing on my top, so now it's top
I gon' hit the flow, don't nobody really know
We gon' keep that on the low
I'ma fuckin' round and up this bitch and walk my darkest road
Get to frontin' with that sack and we gon' take this fuckin' low
* them hoes, let them be gone
They gon' go with money flow, so when it dough
Kick the door, I'm tryna take a nigga dough
J, that's not your nigga's soul, nigga ain't nowhere to go
So my foe, you gotta go, so why ain't leave me till he gone?
Members never be alone, it's ODY until I'm gone
Ha ha, these niggas don't know what the * going on
And look, me and bro in the store
Riding low-key, we was 4D
Tryna pull up on this block and act the ass like they don't know me
Two gangsta, bitch, you hard, pussy, boy, gon' have to show me
All them R's for tech, nah, I might just get a rollie
Niggas out here playing gangsta, duck, tell them you the police
Nigga, why you out here faking, telling people you gon' smoke it?
I don't tell us be on meds, you gon' * around and OD
Man, bro, I and Ron stick together, Zack and Cody
Freakin' bitch gon' eat a dick, ha, she wanna blow me
Freakin' bitch suck it up like she ain't got no teeth
Talk still, let it cut, that's my fuckin' bro
D-Lock, yeah, you feel me?
Face of hell, we fuckin' get your ass, go to you
These niggas all right, I know I was fuckin' rockin' like Cutout Stikes
I know, cause you're my pocket chips
Big Ben Rose and Dirty Draco
Shoot us on point, nigga, we'll not say so
LeChoco, Decay, go * around, yeah, hey, look
I tell y'all part two
They ain't ready for this *, J. Cole
Gang
J. Cole, Decay, go * around, yeah, hey, look
J. Cole, Decay, go * around, yeah, hey, look