[Intro]

(Yeah)

Northside, strongside!

How you feelin'? (Fine)

You feel alright?

[Verse 1: Yvngtonio]

I'm a whole vet, fuck around leave you stretched

Grab the TEC, leave these niggas wet

YV be the set, I'm in the field

Slanging steel, that's the real

Green tips and .22's aiming at your head fool

Jeez I'm getting in, ima blow the heat

Leave a fool deceased, blood up in the streets

All my niggas creep, gold up in my teeth

Ima make you bleed, smash you in your face

Catch a case at your chicks place

She be riding on my meat all up on the first date

(Shе be riding on my meat, she bе)

(She be, she be riding on my meat)

Fuck around its gun-play, kill you in the worst way

What's the feds finna say? catch you broad day

Extendo's in the trunk, fucking leave you slumped

We gon' set em' up, blast you with the pump

I wish they'd say sumn

Voices in my head saying take the bread

Get the head, go on another mission

Leave you out commission, shooters in position

Kill the opposition, money's gettin' printed

Police gettin' livid, crazy life I'm livin'

Truly too committed

(Truly too, truly, truly too committed)

Pull up to the scene lookin' clean

Hundreds in my jeans, smokin' green

Sippin' lean getting cooked

Make the judge throw the book

Bitches second look, you can get your hoe took

Whole tune with no hook, but look

You in the trap, couple straps

No racks, I'm a mack

Straight that, no cap

Grab the pack, run it back

Yvng YV on the track

[Verse 2: BigHomieJaden]

Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more

Two Irving's, thirty minutes, I said fuck my rights

So fuck my life and fuck the crown

It never treated me nice,I'm sick now

Done too much dirt for Lord to forgive

How am I supposed to make it to heaven when I been hell bound?

Maybe I was meant for the pound or buried underground

But fuck it while I'm still here I may as well burn down the town

All these vanilla ass rappers claimin' their with the shits

When in reality they be cappin' and sweeter than a bitch

So fuck with me, I don't know where to draw the line

I don't know if I'm gonna make it before I die

But fuck it though, put it on my soul

I keep these shit a hundred before I go

Ten toes, bitch I will not fold (Ha!)

I be that guy until the day that my eyes roll

To the back of my fucking skull

Pussy I pray you die slow