Scary nights n daze da hood always got a haze like a mist of negative hate never congratulate da opposite take effect dey scheming on da jewels on your neck local mind niggas dying for respect dat they will never get to our culture dat's a fuckin threat they love killing more than building teach da children them lil basterds don't listen they rather fivio and da drilling another shooting in front of da building tight pants niggaz gunning n running like da ok coral till get locked up or shot da fuck up niggas move like u haul fake as Jake Paul n mike Tyson da hood need a money bag yo and I talking rapper tho positive spitta come out n get dey head blown negative shit bigger dan da real shit backwards as fuck I need a bag niggas stomach's gotta eat rock you right ta sleep like a lullaby but dis ain't a lullaby but more of a definite bye bye by way of blam blam when I say 40 we ain't drinking man close da casket your un born son is a basterd
No conscious niggaz light da blunt with dead opps lighter n wonder why case on fire so called front line niggas sing like da choir Roll on block with the tripple black beamer 4 passengers inside back seat the skeemer fuck a one on one my team a triple team ya kettle get to hot I'm letting of the steamer I'm a dreamer fo da bag pursuer fo da bag stab u up so hard it's blood on my fear of Gods graffiti on da building were da crack heads chilling heard it's bodies n cealing give it a ghost feeling like evil spirits is chilling so soldier up beats on deck stars on da collar your man got shot over a dollar n da collar bone I'd a hit em n da dome 2 blocks from his home it's the return of da widow maker shells da size a salt shakers seasons on deck more than a threat dis a promise to monopolize big waves da capsize eyes on da golden prize trying to lock it down my gun match my foamposites now fur round da neck bubble leather goose like I'm flicking up on da duce like back n da dayz Kangol and a head flooded with waves bitch on my dick like always
