[Intro]

Rest in peace to Georgio Tison

Rest in peace to Daneche Tison

Billy McCullagh

Reon Buckly

Amro Elbadawi, my niggas

[Verse]

RIP my guy Woo (Woo)

All them steppers gonna slide for you (Slide)

I'm just sittin' down really wonderin' how many's gonna die for you (Die)

Swear I love this life and hate this life at the same time

Just look at everything we have to sacrifice to keep it real in this active life

This life's a test

Some people live it nice, some others, life's a mess

My life was a mess, so I cheated in my test, and now my life's the best

At seventeen, we bought them first burners and gave them knives a rest

Now they say kill them with success, but ask them guys, my nine's the best

You should know just what these hoes are like (Know)

I got everything and still know I ain't the only guy

You ain't got shit and think that she ain't told you lies

You're a fuckin' fool, we all want money, some chase it, some don't even try

And got the cheek to look at me and wonder how I'm speedin' by

All this pain I got, I need to cry (Cry)

Instead, I hold it deep inside

And only get to release the relief when other people grieve and die

I need to try stay away from Harrow Road and get some peace of mind

But them keys are mine, give me seven and a half and I'll release a nine

If I forgot to mention, now, it's a million chillin' in my watch collection

Never had no watch I got insured, my G, it's Glock protected

You wouldn't understand what I'm talkin' 'bout 'cause you're not respected

I got neglected 'til I got money, then that got reflected

I been rappin', but my realest niggas know and they don't forget

All the times I risked it right there, ridin', leavin' pussies all soakin' wet

With no regret (No regret)

It's how I stay with killers and robbers and I hold respect and my froze Patek

You can't be a boss 'cause you never been a soldier yet

Them boys are hittin' gym, but broke, them boys ain't got no common sense

That back and bi’s, but your trap and sides, that shit ain't got a pence

I'm a skinny nigga, but on my sides, I got a lot of spots that's hench

You never trap to set them tracks, your only spot was on the bench

They knew that it was trap money when I was buyin' Loubs

Five thousand on two pairs, it's like I'm in there buyin' boobs

No, I don't try the shoes, I drop the P's and leave and buy the shoes

Now I'm a size ten, but I bought more fuckin' nines than I can use

I got them kind of drugs you'll walk in and you'll never find in Boots

But if you hit my youts or hit my blocks, that's what everyone's tryna move

And by the time I drop this song, I bet we got the drop on don

And got him gone 'cause it's not a game, we're not the ones you wanna pain

So fuck what you heard, I'll die before I let a brother bump me

My life used to be another trap, another junkie

Now it's another watch, another holiday, another pumpy

Rappers diss me, but they're hidin' in other cities and other countries

I'm on these blocks, don't be actin' silly

Two niggas just got clapped in Killy

But no one's packed, I bet my niggas spin back like all my straps are dizzy

Them nines clap, left a pussy on his back flat like, "Nigga, that's for Billy"

Another one got cancelled too like, "Nigga, that's for Woo"

Like, nigga, that's for you

Like, nigga, that's for Woo