[Verse 1: The Jacka]

They murdered Will, he was ill, he never killed nobody

But for my cousin was the first time I killed somebody

But wouldn't be the last time I melt somebody

This shit so real I could end up with a L probably

Kaz doin' life for us, he ain't never tell nobody

'Member summertime '02 callin' coke Pink Karate

Ten years prior '92 first time I seen a Thomas

Age 13 was a dream, I don't live with momma

D-spot 'fore they called it trap, everybody grimy

Jack & FedX we was next in the party shinin'

Influenced by the music now all my lil niggas climbin'

Murdered the connect and pushed dope on every nigga grindin'

Shots firin' on the Kingpins, eating cause they fat as (?)

I'm with the Lash King I better never see a diamond

Jesus & Regime it's the perfect timin'

KI & JA got your work (?)

[Verse 2: Blahk Jesus]

[Verse 3: KI]

[Verse 4: HD]

Always catch me with my vigilantes

Bringing back that white girl no (?)

Paint sparkle like (?) candy

You done went against the mob

Now you owe my family

It ain't about the money It's the principle

School of arts, Ice City was my principle

And 6-1 was my class room

High noons many moons made me lyrical

Whether physical or digital

Imma still check chicken either way it go

Hear no evil I don't see no

I'm a mute when it come to the 5-0

All this pain inside so I spit dope

In my cerebral these verses already wrote

Tell them hoes pushin' forward I don't never choke

Chewin' on paper no billy goat

Sold base rock candy no cameo

My video true niggas get a cameo

Never fully evolved from a animal

Eatin up tracks like Hannibal

No niggas with that brown sugar, no D'Angelo

I sip the cherry spin you like a merry-go

You wanna be a thug well there it goes

You wanna meet the plug well here he go

[Verse 5: Lil AJ]

One Mob Rest in Peace Jack & Syrup Kid

Lash money came a long way now we the niggs

I fuck with Joe Blow & Philthy Rich we locked in

When I'm at they shows, G-Lock stock with a ten

Rest in Peace Rob Ben still FT

Frost got it tatted on his hand, we still in the streets

Gaskill 500 I'm a money man

Posted on the block with them chops and we servin' knocks

We creep through and your ass get touched up

Double back thirty minutes later, yellow taped up

I fuck with real niggas that's gonna go for me

Frost & Regime can't forget the Slow Cook Team

We strapped daily, we ready for war bitch

Catch a nigga lackin' and we add him to the score list

We push packs on a (?) yea we bout that

(?) niggas how the 40cal clap