[Intro]
RNE on the beat

[Verse 1: Trapstar Haydog]
Hey, I'm from a place where we clapping them rats, it's kill or be killed, if you do it don't get it
Deal way pissin' off a fully automatic
Bummy ass n***as pump fake like you got it
And I'm getting this money get the fuck out my face, don't do too much merchin', I do what I say
Smoking this doodie, while I droppin' the rakes
I'm whipping this steamer, get the fuck out my way
Go do my time, pop out like Bump J
No talking Ray but these bands on my face (Racks)
My mind got wiser, my smile got tighter from being lied straight to my face
N***as yoyo like the moneybag with 'em, now they screaming out for help when the hollow tips hit 'em
No slave master, we stay with whips n***a
Won like i got 'em, no I don't deal with 'em
N***as so big and bad when they got a gun
Nice summer nights, we was making n***as run
2018 can't even have no fun
Opps say they smoking my homie
G-27 can't go on my lonely
Blow 6 from the 8, Genobli and Kobe
Try and walk a miles in my shoes I guess you gon' be walking from Ashland to Stoney (Damn)
'Member them stores I was robbing, never top shelf I wanted them ramen
Chicago story we all saw it coming
Bless these streets I always had to pay
Like a blind man walking down the street, I can't see a goofy ass n***a in my way
Even tho' my birthday come around every year, everyday and morning I'm getting to the cake
Just like a defender that's tryna stick Curry, one false move and I'm shooting at your face
Dive in that pussy to see how it taste, yo' bitch ain't got walls my bitch got gates
Times I couldn't aim at the rim, I was shooting at them crates (Bitch)
[Verse 2: Polo G]
Look, and the opps love talking the nonsense
N***as police so I'm not responding (Bitch)
I pull up, I don't tweak in the comments
Bitch I stay with my Glock like we bonded (Boom, boom, boom)
And I really knee-deep in that field, only money and murder be stuck on my conscience
Man you ain't real you foggin'
This shit real never been with the floggin'
50 shots have them dippin' and dodgin'
We and my squad and we drill like a sergeant
We don't do no attempts that's too risky
I was tough in the start when I started
And I ain't with the snitchin', I can't say shit like a def I'm taking them charges
Fuck the industry them n***as garbage
I'm [?], I'm not an artist (Flex)
Meant to be, Polo go the hardest
Had to turn my swag now the bitches in love, this money make me a lil' charming
Now I stay in Ralph Lauren like [?]
Flex on a n***a again and again for all the nights I was starving
All I know is hustle and run up them bands 'cause I grew up at Marshall Field Gardens, bitch (Gang)