Gang, uh Gang, uh, uh Who got the best top out of my top two hoes, I think they neck and neck You had a chance to blow your Glock, you froze, now you got less respect He had to pay with his life for dissin' on B, it was time to collect his debt I wonder who next to check, my team really play ball and left shit stretched Throw shots out the KRISS Vette, caught them then walked down, put his ass to rest My squad, I ain't switch yet, if you don't see him around, his ass arrest Say he keep tryna call, phone on DND with a bunch of unanswered texts So many had crossed givin' me last to believe, made me care less and less TTG won't trade, fuck the opps forever, we drop the rakes Show niggas we don't play, GMM in the high hittin' blocks with drake Score like a fast break, dunk on a nigga, he couldn't block the paint Raisin' the crime rate, locked in with all of the killers, bitch, I'ma face I'on give a fuck if he a muslim fastin', I'd still give him some hot to taste I was hangin' with hoodlums, just survive, gettin' so high, couldn't concentrate G.23 on me when I'm slidin', nigga, I feel like LeBron today Twelve snatch me up then I'm silent, nigga, I ain't tryna conversate, ha Ain't no bitch, who the fuck is you talking to? I send the blitz, now my lil' brother hawkin' you Hollow tips hit his top, if he act like he losin' his man, I'ma show him my loss, or two Same niggas sneak dissin' the hood, be the main ones died for me up when I'm walkin' through Like wemby the defense, good in peace till I had to re-up, how a boss'd do I'ma die, or get rich, so I kept takin' them risks, 'cause that's some I thought was true I weren't tryna see shit from the coffin view, stayed down in the trench till my pockets grew Bitch-ass nigga playing on Robbin Hood, man, I came with the show, I'ma act a shoot Get on his bumpin', blow off his doors, we dump him, we make his shit look like he bought a coupe And we none of that backdoor shits, swear to God, would've been killed a bitch if I was cute Like Steph, when he hot he won't miss, nigga, I still step on some shit in a Prada shoe Better keep you a gun, and watch for your friends and enemies, thats why I bought a few Been gettin' harder for all of these niggas that planned on killin' me, he thought he caught a hoop Shawties turnin' to killers and burgulars, mama don't know what he in when he not with you If he off on a gang, still they murder him, just for doing this shit, bitch, you thought was cute Got a whole lotta anger in person, change game, hopin' they let his partners loose Feel like all our convictions get personal, judge race, they don't need a solid proof Waitin' for, lot of shots still firin', fuck a job 'cause the block was hirin' Pain hit deep on the block, it's silencin', we just products of our environment Might be a street nigga till he die, someone's just not retirin' Lot of stories of war when you're deep in the Chi', I could tell you the top requirements On gang Blackhearted, man, too turnt shit, man Too Turnt Gang on the way, we're on the fucking way Lunch Break Freestyle, you know how we do it On gang