Devine

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]

Eh yo

The moral of the story is

We all can't be glorious

Some of us still on our grind

That's why I walk around with this Chrome Nine

For whoever wanna cross this line

[?] Sheek on the street and get [?]

They know the [?] man's back, but niggas still don't wanna get down with the heat again

You see me posted on the block

See these bitches on my cock

See me jumping out the drop

Somebody light up

I ain't fucking with you, homie

You just smoke, you don't know me

You reaching for my dutch, fuck [?] right up

You can catch me [?]

Crip half Blood [?]

You can catch me in New York, on stage, on the block, or even [?]

[?] my niggas in the cage

It's something to do

Acting a fool

Packing the tool

OK, nigga

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

Me and my niggas on our New York shit

Me and my niggas on our west coast shit

Me and my niggas on our down south shit

Yes

Midwest, bay area

Me and my niggas on our New York shit

Me and my niggas on our west coast shit

Me and my niggas on our down south shit

Yes

Midwest, bay area

[Verse 2: J-Hood]

When niggas see me in the streets, they be like "there go Double O again"

He got the [?], he 'bout to let it go again

Switching up his flow again

Grinding for that dough again

Your mans [?] trip, Imma put a hole in him

Hands up, [?] let me see you niggas bang

Hit a nigga in his head, make [?] his chain

Homie, I'm the best at this shit

On the throne with a black marker [?] up on this shit

[?] ain't seen no bricks

[?] city getting [?]

[?] no dick

[?] show them if it ain't no [?]

My bud's the color of [?] lips when they gave [?]

Been a long time coming, but my time is do

Everything is crystal clear, but the shines is [?]

[?]

With so much weight in the trunk, if you don't chop it, it'll break the scale

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

Me and my niggas on our New York shit

Me and my niggas on our west coast shit

Me and my niggas on our down south shit

Yes

Midwest, bay area

Me and my niggas on our New York shit

Me and my niggas on our west coast shit

Me and my niggas on our down south shit

Yes

Midwest, bay area

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch & J-Hood]

Eh yo

Me and  my young boy (Hood)

Remind me of myself in the early days

Sorta like a young [?]

Now I'm puffing in the fantom out in [?]

Blue water, two bitches and a [?]

Don't play it sweet, the heat is in the cooler [?] no [?] lunch meat

You [?] you ain't fucking with me, dawg

Eh yo, Hood, you ready?

Yeah

I'll get you [?]

[Verse 4: J-Hood]

[?] coastal G

But I'm 'bout to bring the east coast back to where it posed to be

D-Block, [?] in a ziplock

We busting off them hammers like we don't give a fuck about hip-hop

So who wanna get popped

Just give me the word, and [?] when I hit his ass with this bird

Leave his ass on the curb

So you can pour that yack on him

Imma make it drug related and leave some crack on him

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

Me and my niggas on our New York shit

Me and my niggas on our west coast shit

Me and my niggas on our down south shit

Yes

Midwest, bay area

Me and my niggas on our New York shit

Me and my niggas on our west coast shit

Me and my niggas on our down south shit

Yes

Midwest, bay area