[Intro: 03 Greedo]
All these [?] all these steppers, I'ma side, spin the bin
Just saying what these rappers saying n***a, ain't nobody dead yet

[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Another n***a dead, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
Shot him in the head, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
You might get on the Gram, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
You might get on the stand, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
It's another n***a dead, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
Shot him in the head, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
You might get on the Gram, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
You might get on the stand, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him

[Verse 1: 03 Greedo]
You ain't gone slide but you gone make a post and caption you a quote
Either from a famous rapper or one of your peoples' songs
You just might write you one yourself but ain't nobody gone get dealt with
Might just offer you to help but I pulled up and you was helpless
Before you barely hit the opps you went and bought a picture chain
Is it me? I don't condone it I feel like that shit is lame
You never did a fucking thing but brag 'bout bodies in the hood
You never did shit for the gang but bring some problems to the hood
You [?] ain't gone [?]
You way too humble please you know you only repped the gang
To make sure nobody fuck with you, fuck it loading up the troops
[?]
[?] fire breathing n***as dying on me [?]
[?] no cell phone connection, n***as might be wired
N***as telling, you ain't go to jail and all of us have families
I can smell it we ain't buying all that gangsta shit you selling
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Another n***a dead, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
Shot him in the head, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
You might get on the Gram, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
You might get on the stand, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
It's another n***a dead, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
Shot him in the head, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
You might get on the Gram, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
You might get on the stand, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Man I heard these n***as tweakers I don't believe 'em
Put some blues on a n***a face them boys gone bleed him
You know I get over it, I never get even
Choppa fully when I shoot it that bitch shaking like a seizure
Them boys ain't gone slide for you, I'm the type to ride for you
Find out my mans not loyal, man I would've died for you
I'm the type find out my opps crib and gun him down
Pull up by myself it's one me, a hundred rounds
Real city n***as step on shit in other towns
When I'm on your ass don't even try to calm me down
Heard the opps in my hood, blow that whistle ya outta bounds
Hope those boys run up like Yung Joc, it's going down
Caught his ass on mile and we blow him down
My opps need some red nose, they some fucking clowns
It's another n***a dead, them boys ain't gone slide
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Another n***a dead, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
Shot him in the head, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
You might get on the Gram, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
You might get on the stand, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
It's another n***a dead, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
Shot him in the head, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
You might get on the Gram, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him
You might get on the stand, guaranteed you ain't gone slide for him