[Intro]

B-B-BearOnTheBeat

[Verse 1]

See every time I hit the field, I know the lord with me

Cut the lights, and drop the glass, and then I blow the semi

I gotta keep it in the streets, because the rollers hear me

And don't be talkin' 'bout a trip, if you ain't comin' with me

I-I'm still a soldier by myself, I don't need a team

Really aimin' when I'm huntin', nigga fuck a beam

These niggas tellin' on they brothers that be buyin' cheese

So when I catch 'em, ain't no fight, and I'ma make 'em bleed

Don't do the crackin' under pressure, gotta hold position

Can't be slidin' on no suckas, you ain't got a vision

You only ridin' off the Yae, I like to keep it vivid

And ain't no tellin' who gon' switch, you gotta pay attention

But I ain't worried 'bout a thing, unless it's gettin' chips (Gettin' chips)

Shout-out my niggas in the East, really bustin' scripts (Bustin' scripts)

I got some niggas from the South, who need to line on bricks (Line on bricks)

You niggas lyin' in yo' raps, you niggas counterfeit (Counterfeit)

Like how you really from the streets, but you be hood hoppin'?

These niggas goofy tryna claim three different sides of Stockton

First the- and now the- why don't you niggas stop it?

You got a rat up in your circle, and he think he rockin'

How you get caught up for a body, but you already back?

That nigga tellin', ain't no hatin', I'm just statin' facts (I'm just statin' facts)

These niggas pillow talk to bitches, but ain't pick to cap (Ain't pick to cap)

I'm gettin' tired of you suckas, I might just stick to rap (Just stick to rap)

[Interlude - Sample: GoodFellas]

I almost had him

I almost had him

Ya stuttering prick, ya

Frankie, was he shaking?

Uh, I wonder about you sometimes Henry

You may fold under questioning!

[Verse 2]

And for you niggas pullin' up, thinkin' that shit's funny

Why don't you try that shit again, and watch me fill yo' tummy?

My lil' brother checked your cuz', yeah he was actin' funny

And I'm just waitin' for that day, that say he gone brodie

N-Now all these niggas claim they killers, but ain't shootin' shit

I'm gettin' tired of you, if you never touched a brick

And all that gold around your neck, you better tuck it bitch

I caught y'all lackin' several times, and y'all ain't touch the kid

Niggas know about Acito, I ain't the fuckin' one

I keep a Fully in my jeans, this ain't no lil' gun

With two .30s in my pocket, that's a sixty drum

One for you, and one for him, now watch my hand go numb

We in the trenches on the daily, never hidin' nigga (Never hidin' nigga)

You niggas stuck up on the 'gram, makin' egos bigger (Makin' egos bigger)

In the camera with the hammer, bitch go pull a trigger (Bitch go pull a trigger)

You go outside, then get pressed, like "I don't know that nigga" ("I don't know that nigga")

You see these diamonds in my ears, yeah they cost yo' whip

I'm really humble with the bag, I'm just talkin' shit

You niggas fumble with the bag, be fuckin' up a zip

You always askin' for a front, I got you on the six

Fo-Forty-four bars in, and I ain't stuttered yet (Stuttered yet)

See I just do this shit for fun, but I might see a check (See a check)

Like how you do this shit for years, but you ain't poppin' yet? (Ain't poppin' yet?)

I'm really 'bout what I be talkin', put me to the test (Put me to test)

That's forty-eight, but fuck it, nigga, I got two-four more

I'm goin' crazy in the booth, even your daughter know

Like "Oh my God, thats Acito", yeah he finna blow

She see the cannon on my lap, like "Nigga leave it home"

Kick that bitch up out my whip, talkin' that dumb shit

Like you know these suckas lookin' for me, stupid bitch

I'm on my ten everyday ho, I can never slip

This bitch go crazy with the top, might have to flip it weird

You see I'm knowin' she a winner, but I won't trust again

I don't even trust myself, and I don't do the friends

You crossed me once, you gettin' smoked, there ain't no second chance

I'm in the function with the rat, and I ain't tryna dance

I-I-I see the suckas in this bitch, and I'm gon' let it spray

And don't be standin' in the middle, might just catch a stray

And if he sidin' with them niggas, better run away

I know my mama worried 'bout me, she prayin' everyday

And after every time I slide, I'm still gon' get a rush

I love the feel, I'm like a fiend, I just can't get enough

The way I'm lookin' at your bitch, she think I got a crush

But she gon' catch these hollows too, just 'cause you talkin' tough

We really known for pushin' lines, this ain't the NFL

I'm at the park or on that eight, come catch a nickel shell

You ain't familiar with the team, then you ain't welcome here

Now get the fuck up out the block, before I raise some hell

[Outro]

You already know how it is nigga

Stay the fuck outta here

You know how exactly what it is nigga

(Mumbling)

Fuck suckas, Fuck suckas

Yeah, You know really fuck suckas nigga

You know what this is, you know what this is

You know what this is nigga

You remember this [?], I know you will

(Mumbling)

Had this nigga crying like a lil' ass bitch

"Give you what?", "Give you what?"

You know exactly what I wanted nigga