[Intro]
There go them folks
[Hook: Chris Savage]
Gunfire, lead shower, gun powder
You can smell it in the air
Man down, gun down, blood shed
But the public's unaware
k** this, rob that, spend that
Re-up with a dozen shares
Feel this, f** that, no love
I feel like I'm Lil Zé
[Verse 1: Chris Savage]
Scheme, scheme, plot, plot, drug deal
Pick it up and then sack it up
Murder, murder, I got ten in my magazine
Every bullet increasing the per capita
Undisputed, I concluded the fact that we ruthless, everybody wanna collab with us
Kindly tell them I'm not interested
Thumb through my Benjamins, now the competition mad at us
Too many blessings, you'd think that I'd had enough
Every lyric that I speak, I can back it up
How the f** is he so paid? It ain't adding up
n***as our age ain't supposed to be banded up
f** the police, they can't handle us, hold us, dismantle us while they quick to shoot and capture us
And get away even when the sh**'s on camera
Trifling and they wonder why we scandalous
[Hook x2: Chris Savage]
Gunfire, lead shower, gun powder
You can smell it in the air
Man down, gun down, blood shed
But the public's unaware
k** this, rob that, spend that
Re-up with a dozen shares
Feel this, f** that, no love
I feel like I'm Lil Zé
[Verse 2: Slyrex]
It's Slyrex, the young GOAT
I smashed on n***as, no debate
Me and Chris always shut it down, talking OKC to the Golden State
I'm so throwed right now, I'll put the whole game on recall
I come through on Swaggy P, steal that rock and splash the three ball
I been grinding, stacking up these chips
So I can get my family right and dip
Know some n***as that are from the sticks
That really go banana with the clip
They tried to drop the hammer on the clique
I bounced back, never bounced backwards
Stepped over like A.I. and they still talking to me bout practice?
I'm busy flipping the dough, don't wanna be whipping the stove
I pa** it to Chris and then roll, they call that the give and the go
And I do that when I feel like
I don't even know what a deal like
As long as these n***as subtweet things they'd never say to me in real life
I'm spazzing, I'm really back in this rap packing a strap
And my n***a mack in the backpack
And if Sav say he finna clap at ya, I ain't asking no questions
I don't care at all what you repping
No benchpress
All these hating n***as been stressed
My n***as Walter White in them chem labs ever since all nighters for chem tests
And these local rap n***as been pressed
Only GQ on my 1s and 2s
And all my n***as from the sticks where they unload the clips just cause it ain't nothing to do
So what's up with you
[] on n***as is the only time I've ever been number 2
How you think you finna come for me when your girl ain't never even cum for you?
I remember sleeping in the basement
Filling up notebook pages
Tryna turn words into tours and payments
Tryna bail all my n***as from the cages
Tryna make sure my fam was straight but nobody ever told me I would make it
Trapping to make them studio payments
Tryna find the roof in this piece and then raise it
That's facts n***a
I'm the best and I put it on wax, n***a
You D. Rose with the knee bro and at the free throw, you Shaq n***a
I love my locals, swear to God
But I feel I'm the head of the pack, n***a
They Romo and I'm Dak, n***a
Name another n***a that can do that, n***a
[Hook: Chris Savage]
Gunfire, lead shower, gun powder
You can smell it in the air
Man down, gun down, blood shed
But the public's unaware
k** this, rob that, spend that
Re-up with a dozen shares
Feel this, f** that, no love
I feel like I'm Lil Zé