[Intro]

Listen up now! Leadaz of Tha Free World in the motherfuckin' house! Me and Papa Doc will battle any motherfuckers here!

Yeah

Told you them niggas were talkin' shit

Man, fuck Tha Free World

Yeah, fuck Tha Free World!

[Verse 1]

Mic-a-di-microphone check, motherfucker

I don’t really trust her

Booty with a smile, she got miles on the dash

Shawty fast, it’s a stickup motherfucker

Where the cash?

Let me see them hands, motherfuck the man

Call the cops, niggas breakin' laws

Thirsty like body shots, yeah

So if it’s money over hoes, then what all you got?

Prolly much of nothin’, niggas out here cuppin'

I bet you that your best friend is same one she fuckin’

Bros over hoes, nigga, gotta count for something

Nah, they ain’t with it, niggas out here quittin'

Can’t finish what they started, spend they whole life dippin'

Worried 'bout these bitches man, I’m tryna sit on inches

Ride through the city, whole clique with me

Holla if you hear me

No thanks to the radio

Plottin’ down 85, yeppin' the 84

Doin’ 75, swinging on 24s

Sippin' on 45s, baby, I’m good to go

Stay strapped with a .45, in case they don’t really know

Just let the beat drop, spittin' heat roc’

Till the tape pop, let your head nod

Till the tape stop, let the hate start

[Chorus]

I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up

Chasing racks, I’ll be back before the days up

I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up

Chasing racks, I’ll be back before the days up

I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up

Chasing racks, I’ll be back before the days up

I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up

Chasing racks, I’ll be back before the days up

[Verse 2]

It’s still West Side, nigga

Since west best and cap guns

Now I pack one for your actions

Catch me in these streets

But, nigga, I ain’t gotta trap shit

Thank God I got captured by the beat

What mother wanna see they youngest son in a casket?

Money on my mind, but the dream is what I’m after

I do this for that girl, 16 with two kids

Baby daddy locked up so she dancin'

Just to pay rent, but it feels like a ransom

On to the next one

Never be the one if you ain’t tryin’ be the best one

So I stretch one for the youth

All they really know is that soldier got the juice

School ain't tryin' to tell 'em, we got soldiers by the troops

Overseas with no proof

So, of course, a nigga shootin' for a coop with no roof

Ride through the hood, black cap, gold tooth

So, of course, a nigga sippin' 80 proof

[Chorus]

I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up

Chasing racks, I’ll be back before the days up

I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up

Chasing racks, I’ll be back before the days up

I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up

Chasing racks, I’ll be back before the days up

I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up

Chasing racks, I’ll be back before the days up