Ayy look Bibby, we gotta take ′em back to what we know man,

What's real

That street shit, look

I come from where it′s rob or be robbed, kill or be killed

The main goal just try and get home like Wrigley Field

Shells old, pop out revolvers, they hittin' me still

Can't trust a soul, they act like you owe ′em, don′t hit 'em be still

I say I rap shit I really done did, really done lived

Every time I step in the booth I tell ′em the truth

Glock forty with the clip, hangin' out the bottom

You get faced with these problems tryna make it from the bottom

Hollows pop soon as we spot ′em

Spin the block, I think we got 'em

Street nigga hustle, war is all I know, that′s how I'm rockin'

Ten thousand in the pipe, the size my phone inside my pocket

Always cock it, I know niggas plottin′

Pray I won′t drop 'em with everybody watching

Young nigga all about a profit

And I post up on the block with them goblins

Lil nigga starvin′, lookin' like a target

If we see a stain then we gon′ rob 'em, ayy

I was tryna stack a lil green, go hard for the team, live a young nigga dream

I swear these young niggas they′ll probably go crazy if they seen all the shit that I've seen

Thirty clips, fifty clips, new MAC 11's, AK47′s with beams

Pull up on your block and straight to the scene

Purposeful aim is a thing

And now we get money, might blow out a beans

Used to just hop out the veen

Been rocking designer way before a teen

Triple OG the brand new miskeen

And I just might pull up in that new Merseen, I used to post up like a king

Herbo like Magic, I told him to pass it, I come with the hook like Kareem

You fuckin′ with bosses, I can't take no losses, if you double cross me you better be cautious

I′m going crazy, I think I done lost it

Talkin' ′bout money then step in my office

Pop me a perc, roll a Wood, now I'm off it

Me and Bibby in LA fuckin′ the booth up, it's three in the morning

And my outfit be always Givenchy and Balmain, my belt got Medusas

Got your bitch in my whip, gone off Patron and Hookah, and pourin' the juices up

And my shawty ′nem searchin′, they riding with Rugers, they ready to shoot somethin'

In a Corvette, two gas, ride with the roof back like fuck nigga do somethin′

Bitches see me, go, "who dat?"

Yeah, big G Herbo, that nigga don't do that

Fuck bitches, get money, already knew that

Play with No Limit like play Russian roulette

Real nigga drew that, Nino from NuJack

These Hollywood dudes wanna kick it

But I′d rather chill with my niggas

I'd rather post up in the trenches

I just fit in with the killers

I come from where shit′d get serious

Niggas be lying on wax, I ain't feelin' ′em

Can′t rap about shit you not livin' it

You should not spit the shit, you did not witness it

I use to post up with the green

Servin′ the fiends, smokin' and sniffin′ shit

Totin' them Glocks with the beams, roll let it ring

It boost my adrenaline

Niggas be all in they feelings

They actin′ like bitches, I swear they so feminine

Play with my niggas, get burned up

They be so turnt up like they did so Ritalin

Pull through the opps like some villians

Nobody innocent, hop out and finish 'em

Niggas ain't give us the benefit

Don′t care his age, if he bangin′ we killin' him

And I grew up a lil hustler

Bumped to a plug, started off with a middleman

Riding the hood in a minivan

You ain′t gon' blow, guy, sit in the middle then

Free Crazy James, he been gone for like three

Tryin′ give him fifteen that mean he gotta sit for ten

Was gon' stand over a nigga and give him the clip but fo′nem told me he a little man

Ain't even worth it, I had seventeen

Coulda got half, I'ma give him a little then

Your boo a ho, he don′t go on no hit

Show him the scene, he gon′ sing like Represent