[Intro]
(Royal House on the beat)
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chyeah
Where we at?
The Jack God
[Verse]
Born shooter, Bathing Ape camo like a Stormtrooper (Grrt)
I'm warning Cooper, baby Draco get your horn tooted (East side)
My youngin slide down with the pole and get to paintin' shit (Grrah)
Hop out, walk him down, and wipe his nose without no handkerchief (Where we at?)
I'm from Detroit where niggas savage, they be taking hits (Yeah)
Kill one of his relatives to salvage his relationship (Huh?)
Now make it make some sеnse (Okay)
Tryna stress to me hе a killer, but I'm just one of them niggas that you can't convince (Not at all)
My bro give him two to the head for tryna play the Grinch (Baow, baow)
The only thing I seen a nigga do to ever make me flinch (I ain't trip yet)
His eye popped out the socket after his gang scatter, all you seen was brain matter, he must can't take a hint (Haha)
Two bodies on the same ladder, we tryna win the chip (Yeah)
All these sticks in the whip, it look like we tryna pitch a tent (Bandcamp)
I'm certified in the ghetto, check my resume (Yeah)
These niggas corny, when they tell stories, it don't resonate (The Jackson)
We back to back, three in a row, know how the gang do it (Uh)
I heard his little brother died from a brain tumor (That's fucked up)
Don't know why they mention my name, I heard the same rumors
Quiet as kept, I wish his death, it would've came sooner (Would've came quicker)
Told me, "Pack up, you free to go," they know they can't prove it (I'm outro)
I taught him everything he know, now he my main shooter (It's on)
I see your crew been getting spanked with the same ruler (Haha)
I've been a student of the game since a grade schooler (Since a youngin)
Let's get it, when it come to dope, I sold the most (Uh-huh)
High as hell, comatose, YSL overcoat (It's Blocks)
Eighty grits for the quatro, come get your fish together (Yeah)
Made a risk twenty times over, now we rich forever (Forever, ever)
227 weigh the hard up on the scaley (Gang)
'Member me and Krelly trappin' in my gargoyle Pelle
On the Fenk' and Lahser
A couple opps wanna deplete the roster (Grrt)
Or see me down on a body like I'm Nico Blassi (Where we at?)
Keep a pocket full of blues, on my Rum Nitty (Yeah)
Drunk pissy off the juice, countin' up a hundiddy (What else?)
Off of the Jack and Jill, they caught him at the yield (Boom, boom)
If niggas say they run the city, must be talkin' track and field
'Ro-ed his drank, cut it split with the oil gel (Two times)
For them niggas thinking that they slicker than an oil spill (Finesse)
Been drug-zoning since they let me out of Boysville (7, 6)
We always been on go, but now this shit, it done got more real (L block)
