[Verse 1: L’A Capone]
We play for keeps
The whole hood know me
No new n***as, they ain’t on the block
Making guap trying to feed the team
Got a motherf**ing dot no circle
Big 30 hanging out, no curfew
One call, yeah Booka gone murk you
Sneak diss, man that’s gone hurt you
Oh yeah, we taking sh**
Steady running from the Jakes and sh**
When we reach the top
We could stop doing this basic sh**
Cause I’ll ride or die for my n***as
I’ll get crucified for my n***as
You’ll never see a one on one, f** boy
The whole squad gone get you
These n***as so phony though
They’ll act like your homie, though
‘Til they see some bands, but it ain’t your mans
He just bail like Romeo
And I’m still by the corner store
f** all this rapping, bro
Might think it’s a concert
And get beyond hurt cause we clapping, ho
Now roll that dope sh**
On the block we smoking sh**
And n***as die cause the cops
Come quicker than the motherf**ing doctor, sh**
It’s one thing I never did
And that’s love a b**h
Cause I’m drilling sh**
I only love my clique
My OG told me to slow down
I see an opp then he get blowed down
Take him down then smoke his whole pound
Ah, they deep, huh? Empty the round
Get caught but I won’t make a sound
But it’s dead cause I’m shooting out of town
We sell green and white but no brown
I’m finna bust a shell right now
These n***as ain’t really in the field
Little Folks going in for the k**
Late night trying to creep with the steel
Shondale, how that hot sh** feel?
And I love when I’m off that pill
Can’t change boy I’m too real
They say real n***as don’t say they real
Well f** n***a I’m real
And if he can’t break bread he fake
I had one more buck on my plate
It was me and bro, we was in the store
And both of us got 50 cent cake
A b**h can’t tell me she late
The condoms I use don’t break
We at the starting point of this race
We gone win, n***a I can’t wait
[Verse 2: Rondonumbanine]
Rondo’ll gamble with your soul
GDK f** a Brick, get exposed
In the hood, strapped up, bunch of poles
Jakes snatch me up and you know I can’t fold
600, free my n***a, D-Rose
All these hoes kind of getting too old
I ain’t playing no lover games with them lover gangs
n***as get smoked
Yeah, it’s a lot of shooters on my squad
Yeah, it’s a lot of shooters on my squad
And if he holding on that work he get robbed
TEC on my neck, I don’t need no bodyguard
These n***as be crazy
These n***as don’t tote
These n***as think it’s a joke
Let me see an opp, I’m a blow
See a lot of n***as say I changed
Cause Rondo done made a little change
I still claim the set I claimed
And I ain’t going, try to take my chain
D-Block, free my n***a M-Thang
Steve Drive, that’s my campaign
And I would never snitch, that just don’t exist
Cuz, that’s blood on my name
Yeah, I’m a shooter b**h
Tay 600 up them rugers quick
Deadbeat pops, got raised by the block
I was trying to make it flip
He was probably with his moms
He was probably on the porch
Since a youngin, b**h I been that n***a
I was blowing the torch
You know how I rock, n***a
They know how I rock, n***a
Cdai got 22 shots, n***a
Add 8 more, that’s a mop, n***a
n***as do all that talk
My n***as don’t come from that cloth
Rock a opp, they could take that loss
600, b**h, Rondo the boss