[Intro]

"We need a tool"

"That's too much money"

"I know where to find one."

"Where? Tell me."

"At Rasta Neville's yard."

"I saw it the other day when I was chilling with his son, Fire."

"Where does he keep it?"

"Just cool man, me get it for you."

[Pre-Chorus]

Ah, ORN way man, ah

[Chorus]

I don't wanna see the coffin, death around the corner

It's watching, I'm paranoid, who's that over there?

What's really gwanin', ah

I bet this tall up make his car flip

Running to the bag I'm exhausted, but I ain't stopping

I'm in the wild wild west, I'm on some mod shit

I do it all for the dawgs dem

ORN that's the squadrent (gang)

ORN that's the, uh, uh

[Verse 1]

With my block I fеll in love

She the onе, but this street shit it ain't fun, nigga

Nigga you ain't ever ran off on the plug

Furthermore, you ain't ever made bread from a crumb

You ain't ever flipped a pack broad day in the sun (you haven't)

Or put on latex just so you could touch your... (you haven't)

Baloney for lunch, and ramen for dinner

Shopping at Winners and Salvation Army

Gang

All the things my mama taught me

How to save money spend it properly

And don't move sloppy

Told that to broski 'cuz he tryna catch a (...)

Would you ride if they shot me? (Oh, oh, oh)

Would you go and slap shots like it's hockey? (Like Ovechkin)

Or would you let 'em taunt me and let 'em mock me?

Yeah I think they really want me

[Chorus]

I don't wanna see the coffin, death around the corner

It's watching, I'm paranoid, who that over there?

What's really gwanin', ah

I bet this (uh) make his car flip (damn)

Running to the bag I'm exhausted, but I ain't stopping

I'm in the wild wild west, I'm on some mod shit

I do it all for the dawgs dem

ORN that's the squadrent (gang)

ORN that's the, uh, uh

[Verse 2]

This a cautionary tale

Keep a strizzy while you riding through the twelve

Fake niggas everywhere, but the real is gon' prevail

That's my nigga, that's my slime, that's no snail

Broski got his bucket sniffing crocodile rails

Big heater came with crocodile teeth

Fuck a 9-5 I put my faith in my ski

True story this is not make-believe

I love my ends, but I ain't dying over them

But I'm dying over bread

I sleep nice, pumpy tucked right under the bed

Big shotty on me like it's Red Dead

[Chorus]

'Cuz I don't wanna see the coffin, death around the corner

It's watching, I'm paranoid, who's that over there?

What's really gwanin', Ah

I bet this tall up make his car flip

Running to the bag I'm exhausted (oh)

[Post-Chorus]

I'm in the wild wild west, I'm on some mod shit

(I'm on some mod shit)

ORN that's the squadrent (gang)

Death around the corner, It's watching (hmm, hmm)

I'm paranoid

Ah, I bet this (uh) make his car flip

I'm in the wild wild west, I'm on some mod shit

I do it all for the dawgs dem

I do it all for the dawgs, ah

[Outro]

Grrtt, ORN way man