[Intro: emotionals]

Crew, hoe

[?]

Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: emotionals]

Tryna talk down on my name, boy you know you ain't the first

And you know I'll never quit 'til I'm six feet in this earth

Yeah, I do this every day, and you know I make it work

For my brodies and my gang, 'til I'm riding in a hearse

Tryna talk down on my name, boy you know you ain't the first

And you know I'll never quit 'til I'm six feet in this earth

Yeah, I do this every day, and you know I make it work ([?])

For my brodies and my gang, 'til I'm riding in a hearse

[Verse 1: emotionals]

Heard [?] back, now I'm running out of luck

Hating on my grind, now I've been runnin' it up

I've been gettin' bands, yeah, [?] for some time

Now they wanna talk, meet me in person

Yeah, you know how I never gеt involved (Crew, hoe)

Usеd to hate, now they showing me love ([?])

For the gang, yeah, I do this for the squad

For my boys, yeah, you know I go hard

[Verse 2: midwxst]

Put on for my cities and my brothers, know I'm reppin' that

Oh, you said you hard, boy that shit funny, boy don't make me laugh

Running to the racks, now I'm running to them bags

Louis V, it's on my belt just to make sure I won't sag now

All my brothers, you know they on guard

Mess with my family, my choppa gon' blow

Shoutout to Sosa, that boy faneto (Yeah, yeah)

I'm getting shit and not talkin' Cheetos (Yeah)

Watchin' my back, know I stay on my toes (Yeah, yeah)

Spend on my SoundCloud, check out some clothes (Yeah, yeah)

Don't give a fuck what you say anymore (Yeah, yeah)

Don't want your thot 'cause I know she a ho (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Zee6]

Can't be in my feelings about no bitch

I'm up in your mind, it's hard to get rich

All these hoes on my line, just leave me alone

Smoking dab, runnin' 'round, do a straz

Flexing all my money, so please don't call my phone

Sometimes it's just all in my head (Crew, hoe)

Gotta get on my grind, gotta get outta bed ([?])

Can't be talkin' too much, 'cause I know these niggas feds

Gotta get out my feelings, gotta get to the bread

[Chorus: emotionals]

Tryna talk down on my name, boy you know you ain't the first

And you know I'll never quit 'til I'm six feet in this earth

Yeah, I do this every day, and you know I make it work

For my brodies and my gang, 'til I'm riding in a hearse

Tryna talk down on my name, boy you know you ain't the first

And you know I'll never quit 'til I'm six feet in this earth

Yeah, I do this every day, and you know I make it work

For my brodies and my gang, 'til I'm riding in a hearse