[Intro: Freeway & Sample]

On the street, on the street

On the street, on the street

On the street

Ugh

[Verse 1: Freeway]

Crack in the pot (Pot), Glock on the waist (Waist)

Smokers in the peephole

Welcome to the East Coast, this is where the heat go (Uh-huh)

This is where the young'un's stay strapped, serve crack to the people

Had to spray 'em, break out, like the measles

Hit The Bay, got with Jacka 'cause he pray like I pray

Far as bangin', we are active, tryna take over your atlas

We consistent with the rap and serve slap to the people, hey

[Verse 2: The Jacka & Freeway]

CHIPS is right behind me—try and let us live today

Just cause I'm with Free don't mean we givin' shit away

Forced to be a gangster—you should pray it never gets that way

Make Salat so much, prostration burns on our face

So, when Allah return, the burn'll turn into a light

Guide us through the dark while the pagans lose they mind

So if you wan' survive, we the guys you should get behind (Uh-huh)

Keep the ranks tight, like the lines formed in Jumah

[Verse 3: Freeway]

I'm my mom's only, my dad's favorite; my close homies (Ugh)—

Turned on me for no reason—they such traitors (Damn)

But that's fine (That's fine)

I learned from my mistakes; these are the breaks

They'll never catch me slippin' next time

I tote the nine because I read Qur'ān, I see the signs

I'ma send it straight from the dunyā—how could I be divine?

Don't get it twisted—I'm a repenter, too

Unlimited bars, extended clips when I'm in the booth

[Verse 4: The Jacka]

Allah, I think about You every day; pray You keep my family safe

They ain't ask to be here—they shouldn't pay for my mistakes

Named my first daughter Husseina, then conscience came

Caught up here 'cause I was a dreamer, fell off my dīn

Certain sūrahs, I can't remember—You took away

I need the knowledge back—hope You never turn away

No matter how much I smoke, the pain won't burn away

Drop the jewels in the booth so they'll learn the way

[Verse 5: Freeway]

Too busy chasin' these broads (Ugh), fly sports cars (Uh-huh)

When I should be studyin' hundred and fourteen Surahs

But my family strugglin' I need my money to double

And my last album was only in fourteen stores (Damn)

Now, I put the heat before the chorus, I got heat to spare

Better call Smokey the Bear if you wanna keep your forests

Squeeze and send niggas to the nurse, you 'bout to meet the lords

We gon' take y'all deeper to Allah, send a reaper force