[Intro: Leaf Ward]
Bet, hurry up, hurry up
Uh, Leaf, uh, uh
He ain't got no work—, like I'm still there when I leave
Leaf, uh
Hurry up, Tay
Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Leaf Ward]
He ain't got no work under his belt, he can't go
We don't do emotion, they know that's somethin' we can't show
He ain't puttin' on his new opp pack and he can't blow
That block was a lil' too long and he ran slow
We gon' get back for my n***as, we vowed and we really did it
They comparin' me to Boosie, he rap and he really with it
N***as never did nothin' to one of mine in a minute
Got the drop, we wеnt up top on that n***a, he shitted
We gon' only tеll the truth and then you could Google the proof
We gon' let that n***a hang himself, just give him the noose
N***as know I'm from the deuce, it's gon' take a while to get used
Five-seven sound like a flute, duck by that truck and go through it
I'm so deep inside the trenches like I'm still there when I leave
Blood be drippin' when I cry, inhale gun smoke when I breath
I could tell you what we did, but you probably ain't gon' believe
Body snatchin' like we thieves, that's the proper way to grieve
Hit my knees and beg the Lord forgive me, but here come your child
They can try whatever but only gon' do what you allow
N***as foul, they took my brother, he his mother only child
That's why I ain't smile in awhile, I try to forgive, I don't know how
Rattin' out, throw in the towel, this real life, this ain't no style
Walked her son to his ditch before he could walk down the aisle
Tears drippin' down my mom's face, somebody gotta pay for that
He came to her crib and hit her son, he in the way for that
We take that shit the furthest when it's war, we don't play with that
Stashed away my ratchet in the masjid, I prayed with that
Told me bring that pain back, but I was tryna change that
Spin, he got hit, but not benched, so he came back
Close enough to touch, to guarantee hit what I aim at
That n***a had his pole, we still sent his soul where the rain at
[?][1:45] the worst, got in that room, ain't say a word
We don't really know who did it, we gon' go off what we heard
[Chorus: Tsu Surf & Leaf Ward]
Percocets and paranoia, got' keep one up in the head
How I'm supposed to sleep when I know killers want me dead?
Hope nobody get us caught up for it, he turnt fed
He ain't had to cop, he could've beat it, but he plead
He can't pour his pain out, so fuck it, he pour lean up
Tryna feed my n***as but the feds broke my team up
Shooter for his school and the gang, fucked his dreams up
Tryna slide on Ramadan, fucked his Deen up

[Verse 2: Tsu Surf]
Insha'Allah they never catch us, I'm still ridin' with these Crips
I've been prayin' for forgiveness, only sliders in this whip
My lil' brother, he go sick, just some choppers and new drip
Made a movie, got away, then he got caught up with that stick
I call the killers, then they poppin' out, slid, we shot it out
It hold thirty, tape the ass, if it get used we swap it out
Block of zombies, hood thriller, he can't trap, he just a driller
Ain't go see the homie mama yet, we still ain't killed his killer
Fuck the talk about? Slaughterhouse
Six closest homies gotta lift him up and walk him out
He ain't really bangin', he just from around there, stall him out
Turnt him into Casper
Sometimes Daddy pick up, sometimes, I feel like a bastard
Sent some n***as to the pastor
Washed the body, wrapped it, I threw up in his Janazah
He survive and die, it's still a body that we captured
Devil in my ear, I hear his laughter
Catch 'em lackin', we gon' climb up with that ladder
All them gangster captions, when we catch him, where his pipe at?
I say if he can't do it sober, he ain't like that
Used his last stamp, that dirty bitch ain't even write back
Take my chain, I want his life, don't want no fuckin' ice back
I pack a pound of blow
Caught it on tape, I ain't claimin' it is ours though
Know it's eighty thousand, I don't trust 'em, still count it, though
Gotta sit it in the water, not too long, don't drown it, though
Lost my mind when Blink died, we smoked a opp, I found it, though
Gotta pick a side, I peep your style, I see you playin' both
They say love don't cost a thing, I swear to God, I paid the most
Sent the youngest killers 'cause they hungry, he been layin' low
Homie did a dozen, he ain't stressin', he got eight to go
We ain't have no foreigns, just a stoley and a pole
Only ghost around my hood is a couple n***as' soul
We ain't have no foreigns, just a stoley and a pole
Only ghost around my hood—
[Chorus: Tsu Surf & Leaf Ward]
Percocets and paranoia, got' keep one up in the head
How I'm supposed to sleep when I know killers want me dead?
Hope nobody get us caught up for it, he turnt fed
He ain't had to cop, he could've beat it, but he plead
He can't pour his pain out, so fuck it, he pour lean up
Tryna feed my n***as but the feds broke my team up
Shooter for his school and the gang, fucked his dreams up
Tryna slide on Ramadan, fucked his Deen up