3:27 AM

(album: MSYKM - 2020)

Gang!
Let's ride, ayy

I done left some niggas where I saw 'em, but that's old shit
I'm going to the fed' max they find another pole stick
Catch him, get a coffin, where he going he be homesick
Fucking on somebody everything, I need my own bitch
I done came accustomed to the trenches, this my habitat
Double doors, I matte it black, Runtz for the cataract
40 Glock, a single shot, button make it rat-a-tat
Lorenz watch and half a brick, made that off of battle rap
Watch the cloud clear when the gun rise, homie, then I want mine
Relationship with fiends, I felt the pain when her son died
Niggas tight as army knots, relationships get untied
Chopper for the real beef, the baby Drac' was fun size
Cloth cut, the bravest can't fade us
Bragging to the neighbors how we made the front pages
Calls to the plug, he so generous with favors
Them Pelicans, they came from L.A. was Ant Davis
You shush your mouth, you make it out
Couldn't make the murder stick
Gun plug ask "how many shots?" my nigga, curve the clip
Bandana, toothpick, we sideline some birdie shit
Fucking on a cop bitch, she cool with my 30 clip
You ain't got you one up in the top, then what you got it for?
Niggas almost killed me, but they didn't that is not a score
Savage, lotta hits, no we don't brag about attempts
In the rental with the temp and the 40 with some tints
We stack it 'cause we gotta ball
Like the youngest homies, they ain't got it all
Shawty crib the stash spot, key to that, ain't gotta call
If everybody hold the shit down then we don't gotta fall
I was getting head watching Halle getting Monster Ball
We was playing Call of Duty, guys sent the load out
Hand guns and baby chopper, vest incase it's cold out
He ain't ask to see his lawyer, wonder what he told 'bout
Still be in the hood, be playing spades in the fold-outs
Heavy hearted, opps surround, be very cautious
Learned a lot from every loss
And when it's one of yours, it's such a heavy coffin
I say I love you, then don't lie to me
A wheelchair for rolling for his hood damn, the irony!
Ever catch the one that sat him down, we gon' iron him
Lil' homie drilling for a zelle so I hired him
Violence, glad the opps kill us, it's a challenge
Cuz wrote me stressing 'bout his time, he stopped counting
And money be the plan
A plate, chair, fork at the table if you fam
I'll show you how to get it, nigga, can't hold your hand
Been feeling like the man, my bitches like to tan
And she don't do the 'Gram, only got her OnlyFan
Newark baby, still spinning through the bricks
Long as Alana straight, a nigga feel rich
Loyal to who feeding you
I judge you by who breeding you
Cautious of who be with you, no suckers in your vehicle
Gang!