[Intro]
[Verse 1: M-80]
f** these n***as mean, M.M.B the team
Them n***as Want beef But be running on the scene
But I dont wanna talk, cuz them n***as gon' stalk
And them n***as gon' rat, and I'mma turn into a Hawk
f** That, You know we getting faded, Coffee Park
And the whole team winning check the stats on the charts
Been said its time for change, but dont no where to start
Its like, How they claim they G's but they ain't trying to play they part?
sh** real, sh** Cray, Ever Since my bro Gone
So I'm Jacking D-Gang I got it tatted on my Arm
And it's everything K, You either eating or you starve
And You know I got the Munchies I be Higher than a star
[Verse 2: Von Don]
Man f** the Law, But we keep the money & order
When you hear them shots hollar, call that sh** a shot caller
Playing both sides, we dont f** with them Opp R's
A non believer in love cause we cupid shuffling Cards
Homies making sells like its n***as at they garage
Trynna stay away from bars, so a n***a be spitting bars
80 Got Deion Tatted on his bear flesh
Fly n***as, you would think my n***as grew up in a nest
All thses haters probably thinking that we trynna gain props
But they ain't running sh** if anything we run them off the block
Washing n***as dishes like we was doing the pantry
And then we roll up the sour like we gon' smoke on some candy
Running this sh**, Enough stamina left
Wonder bout my bro but got to hold my chin up like cleff
n***as being kept behind enemy lines
Who are they to judge why they on our case all the time
24/7 n***a stay on the grind
A n***a be so devine cuz a n***a be smoking vines
Treat em like old n***as put them on retire
Swipe these n***as with the blades thats when they life expire
[Verse 3: Smoovee Leek]
They dont even know about my Clientele
Its Young Smoovee Leek, No YSL
I get high as hell, You n***as Gotta respect it
Pocket full of a bunch people that got elected
What else? (What else?) And I got some Ben franks
Damn my b**hes a** fat, your b**h got that Pancake
Leek is a Stand up guy, you can't stand straight
Lock one of you lames in an attic like ann frank
My Bro Gone when I get there tell them lift the gates
Trynna be a real n***a, come here let me demonstrate
I got drive like I'm riding on the Interstate
See us flexing we the reason why they started lifting weights
Higher than some shorts, Caught up in my thoughts
Swear to god I need to get-away like a resort
Everything for D, Swear to god we miss you
Hit him with the magazine if they got a issue
It's M.M.B we be macking on the block repping
Yeah we got them hair triggers and the clips got extensions
Potato on the gun, turn that sh** to large fries
Light skin, but I could really bring you to the dark side
You just be talking yall n***as is not balling
We call them n***as who shoot so my n***as is shot calling
Call me handyman leek you could catch me with a toolie
b**hes acting hollywood so we tell them "lets make a movie
Only 17, you old n***as better step it up
Coming for the top spot and we never letting up
With MO Blood, we everywhere, we never scared
Break your leg have your bone popping out like kevin ware
This is me, and im trynna change like the meter
Running around looking for mary jane like peter
Trynna smoke like me, but you can't, follow the leader
Weed loud like black people inside of a movie theatre
Ain't nobody Ill as this, Young Lyracist, I be k**ing sh**
Trynna Avoid imprisonment, Tell the judge that im innocent'
Wasn't given a good hand, I still deal with it
All of this stress just get me tired like Michelin
Walk in my shoes, but the shoes dont fit
You wanna build that house you got to move those bricks
Move those bricks, you get locked up, it dont make sense
Smoke a Blunt of Mary then I clip her like Blake Griff
Sip Slow, Got My speech Slurred like Frenchie
When the cops come we put that hardaway like penny
All these trash n***as in the game, man they ain't rapping right
Smoovee Leek I'll eat any beat f** an appetite