[Intro]

(Ayo, Quantich, run them bands up)

(Ayo, Ran, turn that up)

Keep going straight, at the end of the block, make a left

Alright, alright, turn your lights off, it's that house right there

Park up, we gon' knock three times, if no one there, we bouncing in

Alright, you ready? Pass me my mask

Put your gloves on, fool

Come on, come on

Ready? One, two, three, mmm

[Verse 1]

Started knocking niggas' doors, I got tired of being bummy

We was broke, we was struggling for money

I wanted it so bad, pick the house and had to study

We was fiendin' for a lick, if his spot dog, then I'm a junky

Had to drag it out the mud, my nigga, we wasn't lucky

On my side, it get cold, every day it get ugly

It was stormin' every day, prayin' why it ain't sunny

It was time to make a change, bro, this shit wasn't funny

I couldn't sleep good at night, I was way too hungry

Next morning, I woke up, bro, I needed some money

So it went like this, we really knock three times

Heart was pumpin' real fast, I ain't even gon' lie

Hit the door, it came down with a couple of tries

Now we up in the house, pray to God that I pass

The homie looking for some jewelry, I'm looking for cash

And if we do find a safe, then that shit getting smashed

[Interlude]

Check the closet, nigga

Boom, right there, take the whole jewelry box

Check the pockets, nigga, they be leaving shit in there too

Ayy, help me lift this bed up

Fuck, there ain't shit in this damn house

Alright, come on, next room

Ayy, where the attic at? They have shit in there too

[Verse 2]

This the shit we had to do just so we could maintain

I fell in love with 211s when I took my first chain

I had to rob and pop niggas just to earn us a name

We was tired of being broke, every day in the rain

I look my brothers in the eyes, I could only see pain

Hit the field, take a chance, anything for a plate

Always been a real nigga, if I eat, then you wait

I told my niggas, "Just hold on, I swear we gon' be straight"

But for now, we're stuck flockin', so it's time to suit up

You poppin' like you outside, but you really booed up

We screaming fuck a nine-to-five, give it up or get hit

I ain't tryna punch a clock, I'd rather go hit a lick

Everything I ever owned, I got that shit with a stick

Since a youngin, always knew one day, l'd be rich

If it ain't trapping or scamming, then I'm taking a risk

'Cause we hated feeling stuck and everyone getting chipped

I hate the struggle, but I love it 'cause it made me the coldest

Ripped clothes, no food, I was feeling so hopeless

Tough times really made me, I was alone at my lowest

If you were stuck in my position, bro for sure would've folded

I was sleeping on the floor with the mices and roaches

I been thuggin' on the block, my niggas told me stay focused

But I'm caught up in the streets, forever keeping it loaded

Taught to keep a hammer close and never fear my opponent

Now a nigga next up in case your dumb ass didn't notice

I was really down bad, but it was just for a moment

Won every battle that I fought, now I know that I'm chosen

Opp niggas want war, but I know that they joking

I ain't a rapper, when it's time, my niggas know that I'm goin'

Stop posting guns like you poppin', we all know you ain't blowin'

Sucka side turnt down, when it's time, they all chokin'

Yeah, when it's time, they all chokin'

[Outro]

Alright, put everything in the bags, nigga, let's get up outta here

We wastin' way too much time

Come on, it's this way

Wait, what the fuck?

Hold on, shh

You hear that?

Nah, what the fuck?

Oh shit, 12

Ayy, let's get out the back

Through the back, through the back

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Jump this wall, jump this wall right here

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run

Keep running, keep running, come on

This way, this way, this way