[Intro: Xay Hill]
Man, [?], my life was serious
You know what I'm sayin'?
Like, like [?]
[?] where I come from, everyday you wake up, everyday you leave the house
You take your [chains off?], lowers your- [?] the potential of gettin' killed
Mmm, man, man, man
It's [?] on the beat!
Yeah, I'ma do it like this- ayy
Woah, woah, huh, woah, yeah (Woah)
Woah, woah, woah, ayy (Woah, woah, brrr!)
Woah, woah, woah, ayy (Woah)
Woah, woah, woah (It's your boy Xay! Woah, woah)

[Verse 1: Xay Hill]
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the boy, the bigger the noose
The only way out was to rap wit' [?] (Brrr)
See, my life had no tracks, so I hopped in a coupe (Woah)
Ayy, I hopped in a coupe with my crew and my goons (Pew-pew)
Put some heat in the boxes, start reachin' the moon
Was a nightmare on Elm, so they callin' me Freddy
Had a flick of the wrist, but not cookin' spaghetti (Do-do-do-do, do-do-do)

[Verse 2: YCG Dante]
Had to straight cut down like it machete
Took the grind for my friend, and I really was [?]
Church boy in the trap, yeah, my spirit was heavy
Wit' a 40 beside me, I really was ready (I really was)
It was little Jameel who told me "Stay real" (Real)
"Bring it home to the city, bring light to the field"
Lil' homie got killed, and then it got real
The system is flawed 'cause it's all 'bout the bills, yeah (Woah)
[Chorus: YCG Dante]
Street cutthroat, uh, woah, woah, woah (Grr-aah!)
Woah, woah, woah (Brrr!)
Street cutthroat, uh, woah, woah, woah (Ayy)
Woah, woah, woah (Brrr! Rrrr!)
Street cutthroat, uh, woah, woah, woah (Bow! Woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah (Brrr!)
Street cutthroat, ayy, woah, woah, woah (Ayy, bow-bow-bow! Brrr!)
Woah, woah, woah (Brrt! Street cutthroat, ooh, yeah)
Street cutthroat

[Post-Chorus: Xay Hill & YCG Dante]
All of the blood rain, we lived in the blood rain (Woo! The street cutthroat)
In the blood rain, ayy, blood rain (Ayy, brrr!)
In the blood rain (Yeah, ayy, woo, ayy, huh, the street cutthroat)

[Verse 3: YCG Dante]
They sleepin' on my like a lullaby (Yeah)
Bad dream- brother died, now my mama cryin' (Ooh)
[?] 'cause I got my father's eyes (Yeah, yeah)
Who's that gettin' mad? I really don't apologize (No)
Mom still just got no patience (Patience)
The homie died, then there really no relations (Woah)
Don't leave me home, like, [when/where?] they gon' [?] ([?])
[?] on you, [bullet/really?], like it's "The Matrix" (Woo, ha, ha)
I stay on the beat, I be tweakin' the volume (Tweakin' it, tweakin' it)
Most of my life, I've been labeled the [?], when (Ah)
I seat at the top and I came from the bottom (I came from the bottom)
I sip holy water, then break out the bottle (Woo)
The old me ain't gone, I'm remainin' a fossil (I'm in a fossil, fossil)
When I hit the stage, they all turn to bobble (Brrr, yeah)
You're in my way, leave me someone to follow (Woo, yeah, yeah)
And God see my life like I'm partly apostle (Yeah, okay)
[Chorus: YCG Dante]
Street cutthroat, uh, woah, woah, woah (Grr-aah!)
Woah, woah, woah (Brrr!)
Street cutthroat, uh, woah, woah, woah (Ayy)
Woah, woah, woah (Brrr! Rrrr!)
Street cutthroat, uh, woah, woah, woah (Bow! Woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah (Brrr!)
Street cutthroat, ayy, woah, woah, woah (Ayy, bow-bow-bow! Brrr! Woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah (Brrt! Street cutthroat, ooh, yeah)
Street cutthroat

[Post-Chorus: Xay Hill & YCG Dante]
All of the blood rain, was in the blood rain (Woo! The street cutthroat)
In the blood rain, ayy, blood rain (Brrr!)
In the blood rain (Bow, ayy, the street cutthroat)