[Verse 1: Smoke da Don]
I pray that my son's straight if I get killed or put in a cell
Got 7500 or more in a box, you be waitin' for bail
Smoke be right in the cell, can't fuck with these n***as, they waitin' for mail
I in love with the .9's with the beams like foe, watch how he fell
We be lurkin' for opps and the mask up on me 'cause n***as ah tell
Smokin' T-Bone, we smokin' the 50's while I sip pints with Rell
We sippin' the 6's and 8's, so bitch, we might be snail
My mama told me "Smoke, we stunt on these n***as, no time for jail"
I'm up on the block, that's 78th, that's where we go
I'm smokin' on Posto, I'm smokin' on Gucci, I'm smokin' on Scoob
Free Lil Merch, Smooth and WetEmUp, they'll soak you like pools
MOB, fuck a bitch, I don't got time for you
Lurkin' again, catch a opp and his friends
Free the demons, killers and menaces, let them boys out the pen
We up in the hood, we ain't duckin' nothing, we right by the car
We scorin' and clappin' the heat, the opps applaud us
No Limit 150 the gang, so that's what you can call us
Rock Robins, Gucci and True, my n***as they true
Keep the circle closed, fuck you, you n***as is fu'
Rock Robins, Gucci and True, my n***as they true, Gang!

[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
No Limit G Herbo, I'm ballin' like Kobe, you already know
I'm smoking on Posto, I'm smoking on Bud, Lolo, Scoop and T-Bone
Free alla my n***as, a couple more months Lil Bruce a be home
And I'm fuck the opps crazy, I let it be known, that's why I keep my chrome
YouTube the "NO LACK N 3" video, yeah, a few of them gone
You see me react 'cause I see you was that n***as know what I'm on
And I ain't hard to find, if you looking for me come catch me on the 9
Shorty nem posted with me on the 9
All them 30 clips and them red beams on the .9
And Smoke, that's big bro for me
You get smoke for any reason he find
So alla that talking and mugging is not a good reason for dying
'Cause them killers so thirsty, they lurking, they on it, them demons is riding
If they pull up on your block, hop out chasing and blowing
Believe me you dying
I'ma rapper but ask 'bout me in the street, yeah, I'm squeezing for mine
My n***a, fuck what you heard about me in the streets
When you see me then try
Might catch me dolo in traffic, speeding with my 40 on me while I'm driving
Gone off a whole pint of lean, I might OD while I'm driving
Fuck n***as out of my lane, only money I see gotta have it
Sprinting on top of that green like one of them players on Madden
Going hard, bitch, I'm trying to win me a ring
Rookie year, I couldn't have hit
Migo touch down with them things, I'm just waiting on him to pass it
Smoking OG out the P, rollin' and I never pass it
Been smoking OG since a teen, reekin' up alla my classes
One night off that lean, I had me a dream that I would do something everlasting
As soon as I drop my first tape, they told me my shit was a classic
Smoking Posto posted up on the 8
Damn that shit stink through the plastic
Ride through the eight tryna play, no you ain't
Alla them glizzys start blasting
And no we ain't ducking no action, shorty nem itching they asses
Ain't no debate who gone go on them hits
They mad 'cause they went on the last one
So many killers got so many pipes, can't shoot em all gotta pass 'em
Rugers and FNs, we got Glocks, shoot that lights
Choppers and pumps for that asthma
Skrrt, stretch 'em out like a plasma
Check 'em out now he Casper
Send him up to the master