Yeah, we put corn in clips. How many times did we take them trips? I was walking around with the .38 spin, how many times did I take that risk? How many times did they shoot and miss? How many times did they touch civilians, then try rap and claim that shit? How many lives have been taken? Shit. How many times have we taped off strips? How many bells did I have in the chamber, and that pussyhole still got hit? How many mashes done got gripped? How many times did we lurk with things? How many times did I beg my friend again and again to drop me that stick? I got it and he saw what I did — since then it's never left my hip. I put rambo blades in chests, I put flick knives straight in necks. With a wap, I'll aim for your head, if you see me then you're looking at death! Got 'em all scared, they're looking at their mates like who's ‘getting taken next’. You really don't wanna meet your end; nigga, don't slip ‘fore you meet your friends. And it's real talk, I don't need to pretend, I don't play fair, man play with skengs, and I've been crashing corn at the paigons them. Anywhere goes they know, broad day still scoring goals; When I get round on smoke I ain't tryna hear you ain't involved.
You'll never take that risk, sit back laugh with the gang; how they rap when they ain't on piss? Niggas wanna talk about riding, whole day tryna tape off strips. No face, no case, no witness, no case, no trace, no prints — you’ll never take that risk. You'll never take that risk, sit back laugh with the gang; how they rap when they ain't on piss? Niggas wanna talk about riding, whole day tryna tape off strips. No face, no case, no witness, no case, no trace, no prints — you’ll never take that risk.
All sorts of violence, anywhere goes, that's broad day knifings. I'm the type to see that opp on the main road and still on sight him (I don't give a fuck). If you slip, get drilled, man will double tap with the steel. Man can't talk about gang, ‘cause we've been around there bares and I ain't gotta talk, we banged these niggas, they're making me sick; how are they still posting vids they ain't on shit? I remember it was Me, M and Shortz in the ride, two loaded sticks, lucky that the thing there jammed. Same way it jammed on Prez, shit den I blame that skeng ‘cause that would've been two dead, way before I hit mans head...They talk bout 7, it's 7 or nothing, I ain't got love for the 6. They sneak diss, talking 'bout bitches, but we do drills and we on this thing. And we do this proper, still might jerk me a shotter... Bradley already got bunned and now I'm tryna corn his brother.
You'll never take that risk, sit back laugh with the gang; how they rap when they ain't on piss? Niggas wanna talk about riding, whole day tryna tape off strips. No face, no case, no witness, no case, no trace, no prints — you’ll never take that risk. You'll never take that risk, sit back laugh with the gang; how they rap when they ain't on piss? Niggas wanna talk about riding, whole day tryna tape off strips. No face, no case, no witness, no case, no trace, no prints — you’ll never take that risk.
