If they wanna play then we playing for keeps (yeah)

Yeah all of my brothers we came out the streets

Been around hustlers all of my life tryna’ get to the P’s

Doing this shit for my brothers I know that they riding with me

Yeah, fuck around and you gon see’

They don’t want smoke with me and my

Hold up,

Gang roll deep when we on one

Two way street when the hands fly

One way press when we on one

My team go back to back when there’s beef

Buts there’s no act for that my ends eat

You can’t call the noise from your side

When my team play they playing for keeps

No time wasted on fakes ones

No love lost foe the day nones

Only shed blood for my toko’s and they know

Its 10 toes down if the smoke comes

Put my life on the line I mean it

Only a few that’s jumped through that hurdle

If I cop an L then il eat it

Too proud to back down for my circle

If they wanna play then we playing for keeps (yeah)

Yeah all of my brothers we came out the streets

Been around hustlers all of my life tryna’ get to the P’s

Doing this shit for my brothers I know that they riding with me

Yeah, fuck around and you gon see’

They don’t want smoke with me and my

My hitta’s ain’t tripping I gotta lie

My people be good we hustle to survive

we been in the mud, Came up from the scrubs

Only way up for me and my guys

Been in the trench you can tell by my eyes

They be talking to much but they sit on the side

We out with gorilla’s don’t play bout my high

So we dip on the low cause it’s always on sight

Yeah they cannot fuck with a G like me nah they cannot get in my head,

I do not have any opp’s so if they got a problem go tell em boy’s put it to bed like,

Fuck give it a rest brah ,I got that patience you don’t wanna test,

If they wanna go then I’ll put on a show like Muhammad Ali when i swing for the set like (uh, uh)

If they wanna play then we playing for keeps (yeah)

Yeah all of my brothers we came out the streets

Been around hustlers all of my life tryna’ get to the P’s

Doing this shit for my brothers I know that they riding with me

Yeah, fuck around and you gon see’

They don’t want smoke with me and my

They don’t want smoke from my don like me in the streets I’m a boss like marlo,

And I rocked up by myself to the smash when you stalled then came in car loads,

And I don’t forget you will all get pressed when I see em get Jack like Harlow,

Still got smoke no car show, stinky crops you know I farm those

Yes, king of the west but they already know me

Akon mr lonely man I can’t kick it with these fonies

FMB my brodies, sinking goon and sipping codies

Still get love from OG’s, Mary Janes my one and only