[Verse 1: J.T.M.A]

The pack feed, the pack feed, the pack feed

The pack feed, the pack feed

Strollin' through your hood without no casualty

I lean 'round the cash and I take it from 'em happily

I be in the field, plot thinking of a strategy

'Cause I might have to walk a nigga down without no cavalry

Strip a nigga salary, I'm taking all his gatherings

[?] speakin' sexually, I'm tryna get the bag I see

Skips up out the foreign, imma [?] casualty

I got it in my shit before this shit becomes a tragedy

Shit becomes a tragedy, my niggas finna rattle me

Minority, squad players like a heavily

I go out with a bang and niggas know I load a weapon [?]

My niggas moving step in place, stay ahead of 'em

[?] In them halls man, I ain't going back

Pull up on the traps while I hit it from the back

Niggas gettin' mad 'cause I'm running up a bag

If a nigga want the static automatic get to blasting

Opposition tryna slide but we gon' leave a nigga parked

I was [?] in the fuel I use in after dark

Niggas don't wanna slide, these niggas lame these niggas marks

If I talk about the shit I've been through where do I even start

'Cause I'm about to go retarded, gotta finish what I started

Brodie talkin' on the net and I ain't liking at the mark

If a nigga get to chippin' imma have to let it spark

Maybe tryna do a drill, just know the bullets go far

Better hit all your targets

[Chorus: J.T.M.A & Zide!]

Strollin' through your hood without no casualty

I lean 'round the cash and I take it from 'em happily

I be in the field, plot thinking of a strategy

'Cause I might have to walk a nigga down without no cavalry

Strip a nigga salary, I'm taking all his gatherings

[?] speakin' sexually, (Damn) I'm tryna get the bag I seez

Skips up out the foreign (Wait), imma [?] casualty (Mmmm)

I got it in my shit before this shit becomes a tragedy

[Verse 2: Zide!]

Hop on this beat so you know that I snapped in it

Rapping it, open that medicine cabinet

Taking his yurt so you know that shit too legit

Up in a poll so you know that I'm shooting shit

Y'all wit a [?] Glock got a ruler clip

Don't flash that gun if you know you not shooting shit

Run up on me, I'm with the crew and shit

I got the gash just like I'm a jew and shit

Hold on, wait, that shit don't even make sense

Aye, pour up a four and then pour up some more

Now we cookin' this shit like a motherfucking smore

Hold up, I know that I said that before

But I'll say it again 'cause that shit was hard

One foot in your grave, one foot in your face

I'm stompin' you, the 45's they is chomping you

You in that car so I pull out the heat, now stopping you

Damn, wait, hold on, wait

Red light, I ain't a blood but I'm pollin' some red

I got the blues that don't make me a fed

You on your ass and I'm still making bread

Don't play with them shooters, get hit in your head

Stay with the bread just like I'm a baker

Brand new choppa, it came with a laser

People kept hating this shocking that shit like a taser

Now I'm on your ass and you call me a glazer?

Up in your hood with a razor

Up in your bitch and she loving a player

Owning this bitch man, I feel like the mayor

Fucking a freak and I pull on her hair

Come in with snipers best lit for the glare

Up in the court I said I wasn't there

But bitch, I'm a liar