[Intro]

But now I'm serious, that rock

Shoutout to my nigga Tri', Blam

DJ on point

Go hard

I see y'all

1-9-2, nigga

Do the damn thing, man

Rock the world, nigga

It's the Cons, nigga

It's the Cons, nigga

It's the Cons, nigga

Uh

Get ready

[Chorus]

1-9-2, you know I gotcha

Ducking the feds and helicopters

1-9-2, you know I gotcha

Front of my bread, I got the pop, yo

1-9-2, you know I gotcha

Ducking the feds and helicopters

1-9-2, 1-9-2, 1-9-2

Uh, yuh

[Verse]

Now you should see bitches' faces when we all fuckin'

They start jumping off a building

Like, are we cutting?

Cause we live up to the villains and we all frontin'

Some post' up by my building

And we all bucking

Plus, my block mafia's gotten a lot cockier

Just the paper came in like a photocopier

Risk they rockier

The mountain rains are like the DC sniper

I mount my aim

And I didn't have to pay a kick no gain

To get a sample of the head

Cause the public domain

Why y'all niggas out the game?

Cause your music don't change

So now you wanna take me from my rose gold chain?

Well damn, homie

You better hope that don't jam, homie

Cause my man's got chromie

3 more next to Nodie

Do more sticks for brodie

The cat burglar loves run the nights here, homie

So light that spliff, homie

And fuck that drug test

My block's on fire like Major League Slugfest

And I never let a bitch be the death of my dynasty

I keep my game smooth like duck from dynasty

[Chorus]

1-9-2, you know I gotcha

Ducking the feds and helicopters

1-9-2, you know I gotcha

Front of my bread, I got the pop, yo

1-9-2, 1-9-2, 1-9-2

Word

[Outro]

D-Hub, where the fuck we at, nigga?

The Cons' volume one, man

L' rock, man

They need to recognize my nigga

I heat rock, nigga

It's really good with y'all niggas, man

White, what the fuck?

Five mic hits, good nigga

And check

Good nigga

Dope, nigga

Word

Word

Word

LB, nigga

Deuce, deuce, nigga

See me in the street, nigga

Word

Woo!

Uh