We might die for this ***, nigga Might go down for this ***, nigga Gang, gang, bangin' that crib, *** Niggas said cuz in the first grand In the shade where the cops can't see us Eighteen, tryna dodge the cage It was cool to that gang, sweet Now I'm in back of a van, and my wrist got a band Got a number for a name No name on a visit, no call Get accepted, now I'm forced to amend Murder rap's where you from, put the nigga on his pockets Watch the seals, they be watchin' Countin' niggas for the hustle Countin' spread for the muscle Couple marks on my knuckles Puttin' niggas on bum status Should've been with the bitch ass Now he on the mattress that we bench press PC with the Froot Loops Keep tellin' on niggas why I *** with that nigga Nigga make bail, but I'm still at rave ***, I thank God for the hell I raised Cuz a nigga that snitch gon' fill that grave like Ain't nothin' to a loke, huh? With misses to his folks, I ain't hearin' I ain't know, huh? He ain't show up to the Kohan But I'm charged, gotta go, huh? A young nigga back on fed H-Ground on weed, shoot strings say where I'm from On probation and got my gun Other side gon' feel that thump Mother***er, I'm gang bangin' Nigga, I'm blue duck, blue church, blue tee Nigga, I keep the G, nigga, in the streets That's where I be I'm up like breakfast while niggas sleep Me and Floyd, postin' on feed Gettin' it in and movin' it out Gettin' it in and movin' it out I'm holdin' the heat, he watchin' the block I'm watchin' for cops, I'm holdin' these rocks Feeds keep comin', this *** don't stop When it's wartime, niggas get popped We might die for this *** off tops My niggas gon' ride for this crib, no lie But I ain't dead yet, nigga, thank God Money got niggas lookin' at me all eyes Broke-ass niggas better go get a job Run up on me, wrong bitch, nigga, get popped I'm gon' ride for this *** on crib And niggas gon' die for this *** if they trip Four-fifth, extend over 50, then clip T up by my side, he stupid with this *** Q in the ride, grippin' on the field Run up on me, wrong bitch, nigga, get popped My nigga, my nigga, I'm gettin' back, yeah Uh, might go down for this check, nigga Uh, I might die for this sack, nigga I ain't trippin', nigga, I ain't slippin' Niggas lyin' sayin' I ain't crippin' Back-to-back, me a tiny smack I said back-to-back, straight cups, yeah Niggas ask what he signed for I got a 8-ball, I got a rondo I got a AK when that bitch break It's like pullin' strings on a lawn mower Last time I seen jail, nigga I was cell livin', gettin' mail in it I ain't even talkin' mail, nigga PayPal's for the cell, nigga Hit the streets and cause hell, huh School a *** or not, ***, yeah, a lot See me in traffic like a orca, nigga And the black and whites love well, why? Front line like mailboxes 512, that's the numbers on it May 1st, May Deuce May 12th, members only 4-5, no numbers on it Scratch down, I'm strapped down Might go down for this *** If I don't, then I'm racked down Rank up there with Shaq Cram I got a Benji button like Brad Pitt I press that, I'm gettin' rich I might go down for this *** We might die for this ***, nigga Might go down for this ***, nigga Gang, gang-banging that crip*** Think we my stuff for this ***, nigga Might go down for this ***, nigga Gang-gang-banging that cripp*** We might die for this ***, nigga Might go down for this ***, nigga Gang-gang-banging that cripp*** We might die for this ***, nigga