Game don't wait (Heavy, wait)

Eyes heavy but it's time to grind motherfucker

Can't be late (Hold up, wait)

Fuck a nine-to-five, push work state-to-state (Shit)

No work, no food, still eatin' off paper plates

Banana clip is a paperweight, paper mate

Tell 'em how you're married to the game

She fuckin' everybody but you still put a ring on it, on it

Keep it one hunnit, homies, home is where the homies

Home is where the homies got your back

Get your backpack, gеt back to the block

Bring it back to the block, shit

Slangin' crack beats cracks into Sacroiliac

But thе Glock cocked back, lay another body flat

(To the pumped up funk)

Buckingham Palace has announced the death of His Royal Highness, the Duke of Edinburgh

(Jump! Jump!)

(Jump!)

(Jump! Jump!)

(Jump!)

Hustlin' is a habit, so they say

This is for the G's who wasn't trippin' and never knew any other way

Other ways of gettin' money, not many do not require

A degree of separation from the streets you gettin' paid in

In which the degree of difficulty is extraordinarily high

And she high while doin' it, so see why

Somebody who isn't from it might not understand

How you body a body, in other words (How I could just kill a man)

And still a gram is a gram and nobody is Instagramin'

They killin' on Cypress Hill and they still is squeezin' the hammers

Police is beyond the scanners, these some obsequious bandits

And brandishin' flags of function

You fuck a figure, it's fashion then flash on a motherfucker

You fuckin' seeing the passion, forgetting the hunger

This the jungle, time to get active and crack it

So acrobatic, it'll flip in a sec, but set's up and no second guessing

Here in the street, people sweating for the money