[Intro]
Yeah
Turn that shit up some
Nah mean?
I want to feel it in my soul, my n***a
Gotta give these n***as that gospel, ya feel me?
Machine, bitch
Griselda, n***a
You know what I hate though?
It's always one of you bum ass n***as that be talking all wreckless like ya'll n***as really live that life
Like ya'll n***as really 'bout that, n***a
Put one of you n***as on a t-shirt n***a
For real n***a
I'm from the hood n***a

[Verse]
All I see is bodies
Everybody, they got a body where I'm from
Get a strap from somebody, there's probably a body on the gun
My little shooters will body anybody under the sun
One n***a mention my name, everybody getting the drum, for fun
Look, I don't let a fuck n***a by me
Cuz they just wanna be under a King, like Kyrie
N***as took the Love out the game like Olynyk
So use your head, n***a, before you get a hole in it (For real)
50 shot fold ups, I unload the shit
Had n***as running and ducking and jumping over shit (Brrrr)
I pull up on you, it's over with
In one year, I watched my brother take over shit (what up n***a)
G-Star Raw, Balmain moto shit (Cap)
Hibachi filet and shrimp, my Kyoto dish
Your Cuban hollow, your Rollie tick (Hahaha)
I'm doing drive-bys dolo, I'm a soloist! (Cap)
Even if it's broad day outside, I'm still letting off the K outside
N***a I'm shooting like Klay outside
Cuz everyday a n***a's gun spray outside
And I ain't trying to lay outside
I'm from the hood where the G's sell yay outside
It could be 4 in the morning, n***a they outside (Woo)
Kick his door down, rob the n***a barefaced
Blow his fitted on the back hall staircase (Cap)
Nas' baby mama got the scared face (Hahaha)
She gonna take me to their safe
You ain't a fly n***a, everything you wear fake
Rocking Fashion Rebels letterman, the sleeves are rare snake (Cap)
My dawg got a rackateer case (free my n***a)
Taking it to trial, I hope he get a fair shake (Cap)
And you rap n***as disgust me (Aha)
One of the illest out, you've gotta discuss me (For real)
Good kid, but I let the streets corrupt me
Fuck around, your life gonna come to an end abruptly
I'm that n***a I must be
Fuck a bitch once, and now she trying to cuff me (Hahaha)
You ain't a shooter, you're gun dusty
Black tape on the handle, the .38 rusty (Pow pow pow)
[Outro]
Fuck these n***as talkin' 'bout?
Ayo Daringer man, I got these n***as, man
Conway the Machine, S-E Gang n***a, Griselda bitch
You know how I do, you know how I play n***a
Westside what's popping n***a
Yeah, yeah