[Intro]

There’s pandemonium. Prosecutors say it was just one of the series of senseless, reckless, shootings on the streets of Brooklyn, Committed by members of the “Martense Beverly Bosses” a violent street gang, affiliated with the notorious gang known as the Bloods (Slime) (TouchMoney) (Spicin)

[Verse 1]

Pistol packin, no I'm not talking bout Pitkin when I see an opp and I up it, its gon be tragic

Throwin these bullets in the field but this is real life wanna play then go pick up Madden

Did it on my own had to make it happen, stеady, dripping, the latest fashion

I took a loss did a couple yеars, but I'm back and the time only made me matter

Baby girl tell me what really matters

I dont care about your feelings but I need that pussy I better move back better make it happen

Hunnid Racks In The Middle I’m feelin’ like Nip' when I spin through

Hollow tips burning rip through the tissue

Act like they came to forget you

But we will hit u, why u ran shoulda stayed

[Verse 2]

Look, know I’m tactic, I’ve spinnin’ and looking for static

But I ain't see nun’, so I'm back on the honor touched what he mention, They cannot see nun, Stevie

I just called Chapo he picked up his VVS, wanna meet good girls, treeshy

I like a milk truck lettin em come in couples tastes good like a Reese’s

I need pieces, bag so big had to glide it

Then I put that shit on repeat

I spin the block I make it hot tell a nigga to TP

I spin the block I make it hot tell a nigga to TP

I tell a nigga to uh

Spice Shit, I roll with sticks and the Glizzy you know it get dangerous

Im with Scavy, he with BT, in this Aston you know he not playing

But I cannot beef with niggas wanna talk on the net, caught lacking & get famous

That's a toe tag, I’m setting examples you don’t wanna be, well stop banging

Mel throw the rake down, it get messy for these guys I pick a side and go drench them

I was locked down, and now I'm back home it’s only right that I get back to the business

Look at the way that I’m drippin’

All these blues in my pockets ain't Crippin

I was praying for the days that I came up whole life on the road to the riches

But, Niggas be politicking basically

It was my time, I waited patiently

You ain’t seen me in an Aston stay away for me

Bought a watch for the time they took away from me

Caught score, in New York, it’s scorching

Hit the Fields, then run through Sterling

He get shot if he jackin he Shiggie

His Shooters on court and they ballin like Spalding

But I’m Jordan, keep a Glock 23, when I step out I gotta stay cautious

I'm important, said a nigga hit Chapo, and the nigga was dead by the morning

Smoking rich man, I'm tired of it, bro from the floss, and he left you on potent

If he got it, I want it, Extortion, clicking while and I host

If he not by the floor all the work was dead gone by the morning, Slime