[Intro: Jordan Gilty]

Up, y'all niggas ain't know shit

All y'all motherfuckers talkin' about

"Chief Keef ain't no hitter, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake"

Shut the fuck up, y'all don't live with that nigga

Y'all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet

Shootin' at the police and shit

Nigga been on probation since fuckin', I don't know when

Motherfucker, stop fuckin' playin' him like that

Them niggas savages out there

If I catch another motherfucker talkin' sweet about Chief Keef

I'm fuckin' beatin' they ass

[Chorus: Kapp]

Why play with your life thinkin' my block sweet?

Guess he ready to die tryna play with a Sweep

I'm gettin' a lil' mad, so I walk up the street

All you hear is, "Bang, bang," but it's not Chief Keef

"Grrah, grrah, bang," that's the sound of the G

Why they mention my name as if I'm not a tweak?

Had a bracе on my ankle, still flockin' my heat

Them pеople is listenin', I'ma TP

[Verse: Kapp]

In the Nick two deep, me and G2C

First MB I catch go with G2G

Gotz2go got got, that could never be me

But I know that he happy he up with KT

Matt Savv dead, why they think he asleep?

And Gutta been gone almost five hundred weeks

Coolie died, they don't jack him, the fuck do they mean?

Guess they don't wanna show that the cycle repeat

Two niggas keep dyin', you see what I see?

If he lackin' on 8th, he get turned into Sprinks

Tell them niggas come slide and get back for Lil Neak

Since this shit start gettin' borin', we out to the East

Oota man wasn't fast, should've hopped in a V

You ain't spun every block we was on, that two three

It was me, Jack, Naz, SG, and MB

We was spinnin' through Harlem, we ain't care if it's three

Not a V or a bike, we done trooped it on feet

Why they never bring up how we get when we creep?

Flocked him, bro, I did not need a beam

Guess it's mission complete if find out he a bee

Bad bitch, she wanna fuck with a Sweep

If she come to the crib, on her back, I'ma beat

Nasty, the way that she swallow the dick got me thinkin' she hungry, so she just gon' eat

[Chorus: Kapp]

Why play with your life thinkin' my block sweet?

Guess he ready to die tryna play with a Sweep

Gettin' a lil' mad, so I walk up the street

All you hear is, "Bang, bang," but it's not Chief Keef

"Grrah, grrah, bang," that's the sound of the G

Why they mention my name as if I'm not a tweak?

Had a brace on my ankle, still flockin' my heat

Them people is listenin', I'ma TP