Young n***a up now remember back then ni**as clowned on me Down from the Heaven Gates only way a n***a lookin’ down on me Keep at least two hundred thou’ on me keep at least like thirty rounds on me With my ni**as ’til the wheel fall off don’t care if my ride on E Gucci slides Versace robes palm trees exotic h**s Snitchin’ he can’t right his wrongs once he play that writing role Slime s**t we wipe his nose feds watchin’ might strike a pose Do a hit take flight we gone we just take the dice and roll So used to them grey clouds I might f**k around drop the top in the rain For the squad we don’t play around we’ll lay ’em down hit his top close range He justtt