[Chorus]

Gotta climb to the top, so we can stop doing this basic shit

Six 0 nigga keep a Glock, just in case try to take some shit

Turn my ones into blues, cuz that's the shit real that trappers do

Im just tryna get my ends, i wonder why they let the foo niggas in

[Verse]

I wonder why they let the foo niggas in, man these niggas pretend

He don't know about them vans, young street nigga livin in the trenches, had a dream about some millions, so i gotta go and get it

Im just tryna take some stress away, i gotta sell a verse a mil on the way

I be in the field, rap so rеal, he can't talk what i talk, cuz he ain't feel what i feel

I don't evеn know a thing about peace, last time they pulled that we lost Devon to the streets

I don't know why but everyday im in this street shit, i done lost a lot of niggas to this street

Nowadays if you ain't wit me you against me, and i stay up out that jam my name should be glizzy

Damn, but i don't think they heard me tho

Drums rocking like a base up in this stereo, nickel leave a nigga holy like a cheerio

God saved a nigga life now he spiritual, gotta be drunk if you think blow ain't lyrical

The streets fucked me up, and i ain't talking physical

[Chorus]

Gotta climb to the top, so we can stop doing this basic shit

Six 0 nigga keep a Glock, just in case try to take some shit

[Verse 2]

All that foo shit bad for your health kid, balling they call it out fouls, give a fuck what the ref said

Shots, then he dropped, he getting close to his death bed

You cuffing on that thot, and that bitch gave me the best head

Im from Six 0 gang you know how we rockin, got the pistol in the party in case i gotta spark it

Taking off like Jimmy Neutron on the fucking rockets, we do pull ups all that wolfing you fucking stop it

We killing all rats to get to the cheese, kush smoking in the foreign i don't need keys

Guns got more clips than say cheese, them niggas talking to the cameras, say cheese

My niggas all dummy no mummy you get wrapped today, im gettin a lil money its funny i finessed a way

Packs coming in a mil on the inner state, keep my circle small, a lot nigga two face

Gotta peep niggas foo them niggas groupies, they ain't friends, they ain't really with you right until the end, they ain't really with you man, they ain't really with you man

[Chorus]

Gotta climb to the top, so we can stop doing this basic shit

Six 0 nigga keep a Glock, just in case try to take some shit

Turn my ones into blues, cuz that's the shit real that trappers do

Im just tryna get my ends, i wonder why they let the foo niggas in