[Intro]

Ay, you never heard of me, you're under the breeze

I'm always writing rhymes, always on my grind

(103 shit)

[Verse 1: Young Explicit]

Ay, you never heard of me, you're under the breeze

I'm always writing rhymes, always on my grind

I don't got no time

I'll put you in the crime like Optimus Prime

This ain't no scenery, so hop off my line

Ay, we passing him back to the breeze

I'm rolling with trifecta

I don't know you, you are just an accessory

I'm rolling with my khakis, I'm riding with my shorty

I'm bumping the clamote

You went from a dream to reality

I started up as nothing, went up to something

I'm just speaking a lil something dеspite the fact that

I'm dealing with mysеlf, I'm caring for myself

But I'm living for my shorty, bump the clamote

10 to 90, bouta drink a Hi-C

Treat you like royalty

If you ever leave, it's gonna be a horsey

Never leaving you

I wanna marry you

10-90, if you make me sad I'mma down this cup of lean

It's been 20 minutes already, I'm missing you already

We never fight over stuff that's petty

If I ask you slide do you ready?

[Verse 2: 03Jay]

Been with this shit since November 17th

All these n****s never show and trapping with me

But these n****s know I could kill anybody with the Glock

23, keep it on my knee

And these n****s know

I can kill anybody up in the scene

We ain't never leave a clue, why you think we always bang blue?

Blue rag in my left pocket, purple rag in my front pocket

Ay, dissing left and left, we gon bang left

Ay, shit, I think your momma said what was that

Yeah we shot you in yo back

Then you turned into a pac

Dang, now your momma moaning now

About a death, she don't give a fuck

Ay, do you see your friends posting you saying "rest in peace?"

But all is see you your sister rest, rest in piss

Woah, ay, never come alive

If you come alive again we shoot you alive

And then you go die again

We don't need you here, die again, die again

We don't want you here, n**** you gon die again if we want you to

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[Verse 3: O3Jay]

I ain't even playing when I'm saying this shit

Cause these n****s that try and play with us they gon get hit

And we gon dump a whole clip, make with the klinky

And these bitches really think we got an AR

We gon shoot at this shit, we gon shoot at this bitch

We gon shoot at his momma too if that's what we want, ay

If we really want the murder guess we gotta get with the bird up

And these hoes really think that they think they gon hurt us

But they really never did shit to us, yeah

I got a girl at home that I'm doing this for

And you think I'm worried about you little hoe

I ain't never fuck about you

You could go die, I don't really give a fuck

Go fuck you and yo momma too

Yuh