Alright

Uh, uh, yea

Okay, okay, okay, okay

Okay, the pack man coming back

Southside quarterback

Quarter brick, quarter ounce, juice man

All of that

36 Lynn Road, Tre side on the map

On the guys he done been on the road runnin’ laps

Audemars dreams make no time for Z’s

Roadman energy, more time for P’s

See I learned early, stack it lowkey

Yea these niggas big steppers ‘til they hit the wrong feet

Yea, learn ‘em up quickly, ain’t it?

We went from the bottom to the big leagues, ain’t it?

Said she wan’ ride like a 10-speed

Hoe you used to diss me

Bet I’m still 10 feet in it

Look at him, growing through the trauma

Sowing oats in spite, the fuck you callin’ toxic?

Tell the poltergeist stop fuckin’ up the ambience

Here for the nonsense, damn what a conscience

Damn where the time went?

We just in a process for real

I can’t even tell you how we got here for real

All we know is get money the object

And don’t fuck with the progress or you might get your ass whipped

Now you in a mood, better move like a mountain

Came up with some dudes who gon’ move with no caution

I was tryna keep it low, tryna keep it calm

But the cycle of the rival gon’ forever keep it dark

Let me spark one

This shit make me lose my breath

I think I might lose my head

That result of disrespect, molded out of fear of threat

I wake up covered in sweat

I see angels, I see death

It can’t be time for me yet

Hope I don’t drown in regret

Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that

Fuck that, we off the leash

Everybody outside, everybody eat

Everybody opped-up, we on the beef

All that shit is lookin’ like Beyond to me

Boy these niggas Shep like Leon

A whole step beyond

A warrior, til his ass went out like Cleon

The story of the minutemen, militant response

To any and everything you could ever disagree on

Yea, the plot get thicker, the block get lit up

Your dawgs gon’ spin it, we all gon’ spin it

The conflict spinnin’ like a 5-inch

Homie said he compact dissin’

It’s a way of life, niggas fall when they slippin’

Dim your whole light playing God with the living

On the inside, pray to God for forgiveness

Cause the cycle of this life done made it hard on a nigga

This shit make me lose my breath

I think I might lose my head

That result of disrespect, molded out of fear of threat

I wake up covered in sweat

I see angels, I see death

It can’t be time for me yet

Hope I don’t drown in regret

Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that