It goes like this look

[Verse 1:UFO Fev]

Ayo, they asked about my block and how we survive

It's two for fives most of the time I did three for a dime

Know some players met some hoes start messing with their nose

Now they open up the lines like I'm kicking the rhyme

No cosign, just cocaine I put the fire to the backwood and light propane

I put my hustle to the rap game and do my thing

It's no thinking double park the portion of hood

That has it's blinking from Isaacs, the stinkin Lincoln

The big UFO representing the East Side In casе you ain't know, My resume will prove authеntic when it's said and finished

Sicily yours it's the realest in it, right

I'm a product of them dark blocks, whereas no streetlights, dice games in the alley watching the fiends fight. Young boy with the burner. He kind of crazy. He just waiting for the green light. Yeah, I'm a product of them dark blocks. Whereas no street lights, dice games in the alley. Watching the fiends fight. Young boy with the burning. He kind of crazy. He just waiting for the green light. And

[Verse 2:Ty Farris]

Them hammers raising your train of thought start recalibrating

Watch backstabbers they use knives with the wrath adjacent

Most times niggas lie when they start elaborating

Say less I don't had a patience

Elusive with my moves self-taught how to sneak past surveillance, Blind spots, vulnerable angles and dark clothing

We throw rocks at the camera as soon as the park closed in

My hood high it left my heart frozen

The young boy eager to prove his worth

I'm here to teach him different

His first education shouldn't be when the judge read the sentence

Hope and see the vision and make it through his maturation

'Cause where we from flashin firearms is a fashion statement

Lucky for me, I grabbed a pen and showed a flash of greatness Deals on the table, getting the evaluated

Salutations, my value raised, and mark this moment on the calendar

Triple next year I'm the label and the manager, motherfucker