60s*

[Verse 1]

(Momma, she worked so hard to earn every penny)

Uh, on the block with a choppa, it was just me and chop (Chop)

I was chillin' with killers and scammers (Scammers)

Niggas know how I rock (Rock) when I came on the block (Block)

No construction, I play with them hammers (Hammers)

And fuck 12, them niggas can't stand us

They shoot at a kid with his hands up

Rest in peace to my soldiers and for all of my guys

We gon' pour up a four in this Fanta

Respect a black man on a mission

From New York to L.A., we crippin'

Let 'em reflect on the album

The waiter on the edge I be sippin'

I'm tryna get all of my guys out the kitchen

For thе money, you know that they itchin'

Free all of my real niggas sittin' up

It's not how you fall, how you gеttin' up

Fifteen on the check-ins, the Loub' when I'm steppin'

38 be the weapon, no bitchin' up

It's Big Papa Stunna, you see me, start runnin'

You know it's the gang, it's no switchin' up

I'm totin' 'em chops 'cause you know I got glizzies

I keep some extra shooters with me

We trap out the basement, we punchin' 'em numbers

You hopin' and payin' for shippin'

You sayin' you fuckin' but ain't nothin' hit me

'Cause I keep a blicky, in case it gets sticky

And I let it woo, but when I'm not crippin'

We spin in the Wraith, top-down in the renty

Got one in the head, we ain't leave till it's empty

Sippin' Henny but we call it Jenny

We all gettin' breesh, we mix the Buscemi with all of the Fendi

My bitch got on Fendi until we live Gucci

I need a tone before I get sixty

Wishin' no pity, you wanna make bread, tell 'em open up Citi

These niggas don't walk but they talk about it

We sellin' that chalk, we don't talk about it

We flexin' up TD approve we gon' [TT?]

We walk in the spot, then we walk up out it

[Interlude]

Gang, gang

Man, that shit crazy (Man)

Lotta niggas ain't who they say they is, ya feel me?

Niggas wanna talk that tough shit but when they get touched

They gon' run to they momma and shit

Got they mom inboxin' the gang and shit like, you feel me?

That shit ain't gangsta

That shit ain't real

[Verse 2]

Uh, call up the Batman, I'm Robin

From the Flossy, that's Crip and I gangbang

All my niggas on the same thing

Smokin' gas while I switch lanes

Caught a opp up with the hello

Black hair by the Regis and Pello

I'm always around niggas know that

I keep my jaw locked like I'm Kodak

Throw somethin' at me, I'ma throwback

[Outro]

Gang