[Intro]
(Jose the Plug)
Ayy
[Chorus]
Man, this street sh*t ain’t no fun, ni**as lost everybody (Everybody)
It ain’t even fair no more, the rats be out here catchin’ bodies (Crazy)
We ain’t ’bout to throw no hands, you know ni**as scared to fight (No)
Ain’t no mercy for these ni**as, bro, they ain’t gon’ spare our life, ni**a (Drop his ass)
[Verse]
I just had a son, I just had a cub (My baby)
What’s even better is he by somebody that I love (My baby)
My real ni**as, man, I love y’all like my blood brothers (On my mama)
Hate our name was even attached to certain motherfu*kers (On my mama)
Opened up thеm doors for the D, who gon’ say I’m lyin’?
If you goin’ off, don’t take this bag, this sh*t ain’t worth dyin’
Whole brick of Billiе Eilish, stretch it, I took out a nine
R.I.P. my ni**as, love them boys like they still alive (R.I.P. my ni**as)
MarMar did five, came home, brodie went right back
sh*t made me sad, I just wanted bro to get the bag
State dropped the case (Damn), that mean we gotta fight the feds
Even if we down, we gon’ make sure we hold up our heads (For sure that)
Seventy percent of my ni**as gotta sleep on mats
We can’t talk for more than fifteen minutes ‘less they call me back
Gotta use they clothes as a pillow, what you know ’bout that?
Cold b*tch, I only hit her once, but she came back-to-back (That’s a fact)
Street took my pops, police gave me back my mama
Today, I see a little peace, it used to be just drama
My ni**as went from gettin’ suspended to gettin’ indicted
‘Cause they ended up shootin’, but we started off just fightin’ (Free ’em)
I been through them prisons, ni**a, I been in them counties (I been in them counties)
I just did a feature, ni**a, and pro’d a hundred thousand (Pro’d a hundred thousand)
Ain’t gon’ speak about these ni**as, they some hoes like they mamas
b*tches used to ignore me, now they like, “Why we need a condom?” Ayy
Pull up to the store, I got a four, go get a pop
With my day-one ni**a and the plug, told him send a box
I know he gon’ tell me chill, all these feds gon’ get us hot
You see all this jewelry, but what you better see is this Glock, b*tch
Yeah, this a Louis joggin’ suit, fu*k is you talkin’ to?
fu*k out the way when I’m walkin’ through ‘fore ni**as ball on you
I remember when we all was through, I couldn’t call on you
Don’t know how to mix the song, but I can mix that doggy food (Bring the press)
Boy a real killer, he ain’t no real ni**a
I can’t pay him for no body, he gon’ tell the cops who sent him (He gon’ tell)
Caught that pussy after dark, damn, I thought they was smart (Get on him)
Tried to throw it in reverse, boy, we threw his sh*t in park (Skrrt)
In here stackin’ money, and we been stackin’ up on choppers
I could leave a million at my brother house and boy, I promise
He might take some pictures with it, but he ain’t gon’ steal a dollar
Leave a thousand at your brother’s sh*t, he runnin’ to Wakanda (He outta there)
ni**as rats, I ain’t heard sh*t, I ain’t seen sh*t
Street sh*t (Street sh*t), never mind, y’all be on police sh*t (Police sh*t)
Jumpin’ on the plane with the bag, I be leery
But the loads still all clipped like size thirty-eight Amiris, ayy (Woo)
ni**as on my dick, I see ’em all watchin’ my InstaSnap (Look at ’em)
Think you got the drop, send your ni**a through and get him clapped (Send ’em)
Buffs look like white on rice (Buffs look like white on rice)
Rollie fitted, that b*tch hit harder than Iron Mike (That b*tch hit harder than Tyson)
Yeah, boy, when you was gettin’ your ass beat by your parents
I was watchin’ my parents baggin’ up grams, dreamin’ ’bout McLarens
I was facin’ thirty, kept quiet, ayy, can you do that? (Can you?)
Bro called, send a bag, then I’m like, “You flew through that, ni**a” (Damn)
I’m richer than everybody that I went to school with, ayy (Everybody that I went to school with)
Teachers included
And I’m just like you, probably worse, I was on bullsh*t (I was on bullsh*t)
Matter fact, scratch was, I’m still on bullsh*t (I’m still on bullsh*t)
They ain’t got love for us, gang, they would’ve showed it (fu*k ’em)
b*tch, we be outside so much, ni**as think we homeless (We out here)
When I catch your mans, I’m goin’ stupid (Dumb)
Can’t rap about the details ’cause I’m gon’ really do it
b*tch, that money long as train smoke (b*tch, that money long as train)
fu*k just him, I want his gang smoke, ayy (fu*k just him, I want his gang)
I got a new crib (New crib), but I call that b*tch my old-school (My old-school)
‘Cause that b*tch the same size as my old school (Cody High)
I moved to Cali, they like, “Come back to the trenches”
I got plugs out here, bro, pop out and fly back with them b*tches (Come get ’em)
Gang takin’ ni**as hoes, they like, “Come back with our b*tches” (Come back)
Don’t even trip, they gon’ be back, but in a minute, ni**a (Calm down, ni**a)
Knew she was hurt when that b*tch text me back like, “Do you” (What?)
I made it even worse, I text her back like, “Who you?” (Who is this?)
I ain’t even fu*k, she ate me like the orange pack of noodles
Brodie came home from the joint and got to trendin’ all on YouTube (The G.O.A.T.)
[Chorus]
Man, that street sh*t ain’t what’s up, ni**as lost everybody (We lost everybody)
It ain’t even fair no more, the rats be catchin’ bodies (Crazy)
We ain’t ’bout to throw no hands, ni**as scared to fight
Ain’t no mercy for these ni**as, bro, they ain’t gon’ spare our life, ni**a (Bah)