[Intro]

Believe in me as I believed in you

I’ve been like a father to you

Be a son to me now

I have a father, his name was Ben Parker

Godspeed Spider-Man

[Verse 1: Woddy]

Bro not a talker, we in them V's I was never a walker

9trayAG, I was never a hawker

We on the opps tryna score like a stalker

T-They get me mad when they saying my name, so, fuck it let's troop it to Fosta

I'm on the opps, I’m with somebody daughter

She toting chop, like she Dora explorer

We in the V, tryna cruise through the opps

Brodie get drifty, he don't stop for cops

Parallel parking, when we on they block

Bro on the [?], flickin on the opps

Bro caught a beam, and put it on his Glock

I had to rub my pin, before I took a shot

I had to get a G, because I flicked a opp

We in a striker, circling through the block

Bino died, somebody dropped

Dollaz, somebody dropped

They know we up on the opps, thotty to hotty gone eat up the cock

Pop Rolla dissin' but he gotta stop

Before we hit the Kreeps we reload every chop

I only left the scene, because I seen him flock

Free all the bros locked down on the rock

[Verse 2: Mdot 59]

2Fs, 2Ls tryna go for tha kill

Every time we get mad, niggas out to the hill

Bino packed, he caught Phil

If you not tryna Kreep on a Kreep I will

Jet got landed, he in a pack

B-Bino dead, nigga smoking the makk

Ray Deady dead, shot, bounce back

E-Ek backshot, why would you lack

Like, Like, Like

Tru is a faggot, like, Fatboy smacked with the gadget

I like em bad, boujee, ratchet

Double hands on a deuce-deuce, yea that's a classic

Jodot be tight, niggas fucking his bitch

Like, that nigga come from the Mitch

Pop, nigga went out to the kicks

Got the ball on my hip, we not bending for flicks

Like, CitiBike demons tryna spin with the Lz

Kreeps to hot, we keep leaving them shells

A-A1 what? It’s not ringing no bells

Wick got shot, tried to run and he fell

W-We on they side, niggas know we get busy

All, all black tryna throw out renty

CitiNike demon, niggas know we get blicky

Like OMBK, niggas threw about fifty, like

2-3 zone they can't fuck with the Fz

Like, they know we shooting like Steph

In the back of the P'zz, tryna flick at a Vet

We gon’ do him like Quai and start holding ya neck

H-He want some Nu Money, I want a Kreep

B-Beam in the night, you can't run from the G

Pop Rolla B, he so [?]

They won't go to the 'Dale but they sucking our beef

Flying downtown, bitch I'm flashing the gun

2-3 zone, ain't nowhere you can run

MK sweet, niggas never did nun

Go check on your rapper, he ducked from the gun