[Intro]
Gang, uh
Gang, uh, uh
[Verse]
Who got the best top out of my top two hoes, I think they neck and neck
You had a chance to blow your Glock, you froze, now you got less respect
He had to pay with his life for dissin' on B, it was time to collect his debt
I wonder who next to check, my team really play ball and left shit stretched
Throw shots out the KRISS VEC, caught them then walked down, put his ass to rest
My squad, I ain't switch yet, if you don't see him around, his ass arrest
Say he keep tryna call, phone on DND with a bunch of unanswered texts
So many had crossed givin' me last to believe, made me care less and less
TTG won't trade, fuck the opps forever, we drop the rakes
Show niggas we don't play, GMM in the high hittin' blocks with drake
Score like a fast break, dunk on a nigga, he couldn’t block the paint
Raisin' the crime rate, locked in with all of the killers, bitch, I'ma face
I'on give a fuck if he a muslim fastin', I'd still give him some hot to taste
I was hangin' with hoodlums, just survive, gettin' so high, couldn't concentrate
G.23 on me when I'm slidin', nigga, I feel like LeBron today
Twelve snatch me up then I'm silent, nigga, I ain't tryna conversate, ha
Ain't no bitch, who the fuck is you talking to? I send the blitz, now my lil' brother hawkin' you
Hollow tips hit his top, if he act like he losin' his mind, I'ma show him my loss, or two
Same niggas sneak dissin' the hood, be the main ones dappin me up when I'm walkin' through
Like Wemby the defense, good in peace till I had to re-up, how a boss'd do
I'ma die, or get rich, so I kept takin' them risks, 'cause that's some I thought was true
I weren't tryna see shit from the coffin view, stayed down in the trench till my pockets grew
Bitch-ass nigga planning on robbin who, man, I came with the show, I'ma act a shoot
Get on his bumper', blow off his doors, we dump him, we make his shit look like he bought a coupe
And we none of that backdoor shits, swear to God, would've been killed a bitch if I was cute
Like Steph, when he hot he won't miss, nigga, I still step on some shit in a Prada shoe
Better keep you a gun, and watch for your friends and enemies, thats why I bought a few
Been gettin' harder for all of these niggas that planned on killin' me, he thought he caught a hoop
Shawties turnin' to killers and burgulars, mama don't know what he in when he not with you
If he off on a gang, still they murder him, just for doing this shit, bitch, you thought was cute
Got a whole lotta anger in person, change game, hopin' they let his partners loose
Feel like all our convictions get personal, judge race, they don't need a solid proof
Waitin' for, lot of shots still firin', fuck a job 'cause the block was hirin'
Pain hit deep on the block, it's silencin', we just products of our environment
Might be a street nigga till he die, someone's just not retirin'
Lot of stories of war when you're deep in the Chi', I could tell you the top requirements
[Outro]
On gang
Blackhearted, man, too turnt shit, man
Too Turnt Gang on the way, we're on the fucking way
Lunch Break Freestyle, you know how we do it
On gang
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