[Intro: ElCamino]
Yo
Yo
Uh, yo
Uh, yo
[Verse 1: ElCamino]
Uh, new drop, we goin' fishin', nigga
You reach a certain level, don't wanna deal with niggas (Fuck out of here, nigga)
Load up the gats, let's go and kill them niggas (Kill them niggas, bro)
Let's take over they block, we in the building, nigga (Fuck them niggas)
Fuck all that petty change, let's get these millions, nigga
Ten toes on my block, where I'm from, I'm the illest, nigga
Uh, moms was out smokin', I was home alone
Ain't have a phone, now I'm rich, rockin' Comme des Garçons (That fly shit, nigga)
Uh, God'll bless the child that can hold his own
No cable, wasn't able, I put togеther poems (Shit)
Uh, I didn't read thе Bible, but I wrote the psalms (I wrote the psalms)
Uh, I didn't rock the J's, but I had the Foams (Shit, I had the Foams)
Uh, I ain't had nothin' but a heart of gold (That's it, nigga)
It was kind of tough before we cracked the code (Word up)
Uh, we ain't had no jobs 'cause it was crack we sold
Told on his own man, man, that nigga bold
Dishes dirty, chopping grams, I had to use a bowl
Uh, we still livin' in hell 'cause we ain't sold our soul
Cook up on a hotplate 'cause we ain't have a stove (We ain't have a stove)
Uh, that nigga had an issue, so we wiped his nose (Wiped his nose)
[Chorus: ElCamino & Conway the Machine]
They don't know what I've been through
All this gangster shit I'm into
Four deep, ridin' in a Benzo (Skrrt)
Two gats hangin' out the window (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
They don't know what I've been through (Bodies droppin' left and right)
All this gangster shit I'm into (Huh?)
Four deep, ridin' in a Benzo (No cap)
Two gats hangin' out the window
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Look, so far, it's been a solid year
I told my niggas, "Let's keep doin' shit that got us here" (Let's keep it up, nigga)
Yeah, VVS, the big solitaires (The big shits)
Twenty bands for one earring and I got the pair (That's a forty, nigga)
Neck lookin' like I sell a lot of squares (Huh?)
These other niggas' jewelry kit cannot compare (Ahahaha)
They say, "Machine, since you got in, shit has not been fair"
Said, "I'ma run this shit until I'm in my rocking chair"
I'm from Buffalo, New York, ain't had too many options there
Trap house kitchens, just a couple dirty pots in there (Talk to 'em)
Niggas get out of pocket, then you shot the fair
And if you lose, you come back later and the block get aired (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I whip a brick up several ways, we was sellin' yays (Whip up)
Out that backseat window, my MAC-11 sprayed (Brrt)
Niggas mention my name, I ain't never phased (Uh-uh)
'Cause I'm makin' the kind of money they ain't never made (Ha)
Ah
[Chorus: ElCamino]
They don't know what I've been through (They don't even know, man)
All this gangster shit I'm into
Four deep, ridin' in a Benzo (Skrrt)
Two gats hangin' out the window (Doot, doot, doot, doot)
They don't know what I've been through (Bodies droppin' left and right)
All this gangster shit I'm into
Four deep, ridin' in a Benzo (You niggas scared, man)
Two gats hangin' out the window (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
