[Intro]

(Who the fuck is [?]?)

(Why you goin' up, Rion?)

[Verse 1]

It's a war up in these streets, nigga, practice what you preach

Be careful what you say 'cause you might end up on a tee

They talkin' out they neck, but niggas know that I'm a G

So when you bump into me, Blood, just know I play for keeps

Suckers on the internet actin' like it's sweet

He ain't with the shit at all, he actin' like a beast

Every time somebody die, they actin' like it's me

Your bitch up in my bed and boy, she actin' like a freak

She chose up with lavish, these niggas barely manage

I'm way above average, and my opps not a challenge

When shots get to poppin' off, bloody don't panic

I've been on my Lil Webby shit, I'm a savage

My life is like a movie, bitch, this shit a cinematic

My house full of guns, plus a ticket in the attic

These niggas playin' games until you put 'em in a casket

And naw, you can't see me, Blood, you need some bigger glasses

[Interlude]

Ha, and that's that, man

You gotta remember, everybody ain't playin', man

So watch who you play with, man

Don't let that go over your head

Yah

[Verse 2]

I'm pourin' up this dirty Sprite, it's gon' be a dirty night

Higher than a satellite, shootin' up they candlelight

I was in the streets thuggin', welcome to the savage life

Now I'm out here shinin', nigga, welcome to the lavish life

Wrist on frosty, and yeah, ho, it cost me

Bitch, I'm so bossy, if you calls me then you lost me

Designer on my body got a nigga lookin' saucy

Banked up, we some outlaws like Kadafi

My bitch left then I came up, now she's salty

I can't put my trust up in these niggas, they be faulty

Even if you pretty, bitch, I gotta fuck you doggy

Them diamonds in your chain, Blood, them motherfuckers foggy

Now get up out your feelings, jack, I'm up like where the ceiling at

He crossed me then we knocked him down, his mama gotta deal with that

Hammers off safety 'cause you know niggas get killed with that

So keep your head out my business, nigga, 'fore we peel it back

[Interlude]

Real rap, man

Ayy

You could tell 'em you goin' to the moon, but they won't believe you

Sometimes you just gotta call 'em when you get there

[Verse 3]

They scramble when that K done popped, he fried like a tator tot

Niggas claimin' anything, I swear that street ain't a block

Where I'm from, you ain't really gang if you don't spray an opp

Dress up like a waitress, then we clean a nigga table top

All this dick ridin', niggas really think they label hot

Diss me in a song and get your whole record label shot

Ask around, bitch, I've been connected like a cable box

We hit the wrong house, it's fucked up he got his neighbor popped

[Outro]

G-O-D

Ayy, man

Focus on what you got goin' on, man

If a nigga cross you, step on him or use your head

It's two things to accomplish in life, the first is to get what you want

The second is to enjoy it