I would describe special spirit and God knows, I've seen my nigga, like it's now man
No matter many times niggas never lie
Apparating on whoever you swore my nigga
No more season I'm a hold in yo swell now
So homie don't worry it ain't even about you man
Yeah business man, talm bout [?] now
You're just mob and gang under the same umbrella man
Homie rather get that Tomas
File it up and squash niggas you know
Nowadays niggas wanna stay conscious starting charities now
Gang shit, mob ties, but the streets married me nigga
Well, don't go for it man
Don't go for it man
It's either cells or the morgue at this point my G
No savage jazz man
Like this music's the only thing stopping the maniac man
When niggas dead I open my weed man
Know South Side it at man stand fully alert
Know his ass with the warden blowing oxygen on the run
Doe Boy you be doing something amazing yeah
Touches to the soul my G, what's left of it
I started at my nigga [?] like a sasquatch day in and day out
Well you ain't coming for it
Well, the thing is yo it's on, my nigga
We gon suffocate these niggas man
These niggas that ain't sponsor this shit
Yeah when he was dead in the senses my lil homie opened his own
Man shout out to be big homies now, sense you now
'Fore I say this shit my nigga you gotta be willing to listen
At your disposal at this point, blam, rah, gang shit now
Doe Boy yo next now
Don't do this alone boy
Fo' sure on game
Man ya'll niggas man proud a this castle
Yo man we bout to get into traffic bro
And I love you man
