[Intro:]
Tell me what you say now
Tell me what you say come again
If you can not stay down
You don’t have to pretend
Like there is no way out
Y’all n***as scared to preach it
We gone y’all let y’all what it is
We will never let you in
Because you got me face down
Don’t take this personal
You either gone respect it or not
This shit coming from the soul
Aye yo Flex you wildin’
Every time we give it to ya’ll
Y’all gone feel it in ya veins
We giving y’all that pain

[Verse 1: Young Moose & YG Teck]
I’m the type if you around me
Watch what you do
I don’t care how you feel
Ima tell you the truth
N***a say they in the field
I’m just watching them do
Watching n***as do shit
I really been through hell
I can bring Heaven to you
I’m out this bitch preaching
I can bring the Reverend to you
N***a said he wanted four ima sell him a deuce
He said the Percs don’t get him high
He started selling them
I don’t seen a state charge go federal too
I tried telling him shit stink and he fell in it too
He really wasted what I told him it was better to use it
Little bro on go I ain’t gotta tell him to shoot
I just keep selling dope it ain’t nothing better to do
N***as life a whole lie ain’t never telling the truth
He a rat on PSI that’s a federal fluke
I ain’t accepting nothing nooo I can tell when it’s new
Give you lead from them pencils what that metal will do
If I ever go against you I was never with you
I ain’t fucking with these n***as and I never was
I don’t wanna hear that shit you
They was’nt neck and neck
They wasn’t even catching up
He probably wish you he would’ve caught his hind but he came home catching slugs
I’m really from the city
We go far outta town they show better love
I don’t know nothing else
I just know death and drugs
I’m really from them trenches with them bitches that’ll set you up
Duck right
My mother pressure but that real shit bust pipes
I gave a fuck once but want give a fuck twice
Bitch I really got it out the mud
Yeah I played in it
N***as really had a chance to leave but they stayed in it
Got love for that shoe box because I saved in it
He got killed for that phone because them plays in it
Like I said I got it out the mud
Yeah I bathe in
Now it’s racks on me and n***a never played Tennis
How you gone tell me that I’m absent I put days in it
You can’t tell me nothing about the struggle
I was raised in it
In the trap with the roaches like eating raid in it
Posted on the BR we had K’s in it
When that chopper hit the head that fade finished