[Intro]

M8V3N, M8V3N gang

Shooter, shooter, that shooter gang

Shooter gang gang gang gang

M8V3N, M8V3N gang

Shooter, shooter, that shooter gang

Great John on the beat by the way

Shooter gang gang gang gang

Look

[Verse 1]

I done been through the struggle

I see how they talk, why they lie in their music?

And I been through the system

There's no way to beat it

It's cough up that bread or you losin'

Watch all them bitches who pickin' and choosin'

'Cause they'll be the one time you snoozin'

Never get comfy, just stick it and move it

Live and you learn what I'm talkin' bout

Nigga triple your bands

Bet that money gon' be there before you go stretchin' your hand

Depend on your bands

Use that money to help you select out the fakest of friends

Depend on no man

Never switch on your mans or tell on your mans no matter the situation

Couple hundreds in hand, I stretch it instead to flex like shit was lit

I was broke, they ain't give me shit

In my class, remember how they'd laugh (Woo)

With the gang jokin' in the back

But school weren't for me I was skippin' on

[Chorus]

Made the grip hot, nigga pass it off

Twist up your bitch and I'm slappin' raw

On that 8th block niggas risked it all, it was just a call, it was just a call

First grip I had I was itchin' for 'em

Lucky I ain't run into a plenty of 'em (Woo)

On that 8th block niggas risked it all, it was just a call, it was just a call

They knew my name way before I knew 'em

Haters gone hate, hope I run into 'em

On that 8th block niggas risked it all, it was just a call, it was just a call

[Verse 2]

Clap for me, love it when she make it clap for me

No homo, the gang make it clap for me

Don't come or get left in the past for free

I love my lil' bitch, said I love my lil' bitch

She spittin' all nastily (Woo)

I love my lil' bitch, said I love my lil' bitch

She been doin' me nastily

Lately been holdin' my anger in

I just been holdin' my anger in

Flex when you see me, huh, flex when you see me (Woo)

I'm catching a man again

They want me locked up in a pen again, huh

Stuck in a pen again, they plottin' on me all the way to the end (Woo)

I ride for my brothers 'til you see the endin' of me

[Chorus]

Made the grip hot, nigga pass it off

Twist up your bitch and I'm slappin' raw (Woo)

On that 8th block niggas risked it all it was just a call, it was just a call

First grip I had I was itchin' for 'em

Lucky I ain't run into a plenty of 'em (Woo)

On that 8th block niggas risked it all, it was just a call, it was just a call

[Outro]

It was just a call, it was just a call

It was just a call, it was just a call

It was just a call, it was just a call

It was just a call, it was just a call