It's Kaotic on the beat, we 'bout to walk 'em down

Stop going crazy, SpanishKid

Project-Project X

**** be thirty, still got no bread

What the fuck, you dumb in the head?

My only .30, I fill it with lead

I'm tryna send big boy right to his dead

Heard what he said on the media

I'm sending bullets, he makin' disses instead

I know the feds be hot on a ****

True, that's why I don't be dissing the dead

But **** stay ridin' dick, so there's some shit I can't hold back

I don't care if that boy a dreadhead, I'ma still push his 'fro back

I'll jack a ****, with the loc homie, you could call my homie Loc Jack

And I been the richest in the city, and ya' big homie know that

I ain't gonna lie, there's a few **** testing my patience

If you ain't know you been spared, you ever said my name

Thank allah, **** you coulda been dead

MC hit me like: "Band, these **** ain't even worth it"

Like damn'y, I gotta keep rappin', cause now I see I got a purpose

Why do these NY **** keep rappin', like these **** get active?

****, I'm from Newark where it go down, any day it could happen

But I still be in Manhattan beach studio, with the gun, I ain't lackin'

Any **** lookin' wrong, baow, I'ma pack him (huh)

I don't care nun 'bout this fame ****, I'ma keep countin' up this money

I don't know why they call it New York drill, they ain't drillin', that's the part that's funny

In the A, coolin' with the five, they the real trends, they the ones that love me

Whole city know I'm a G at heart, long live Loc, that's the big cuzzy

Long live Loc, that's the big cuzzy, on bro

Long live Loc, that's the big cuzzy, on bro

It's the fuckin' Bandman, fah

Aye, look

Thought it was over, bitch I'm right back

This **** snappin' and that's a fact

All of the opps don't get no racks

I'm tryna put the whole gang, on the map

Stay with ya' G close, **** be plottin'

Don't ask me questions, when **** start dyin'

Paper and Fronto, that shit got me fryin'

Paper and Fronto, that shit got me fryin'

Damn, Paper and Fronto, that shit got me fryin'

Damn, what he sayin'?

Paper and Fronto, that shit got me fryin'

Damn, what he say? (On bro, on bro, on bro)

**** be thirty, still got no bread

What the fuck, you dumb in the head?

My only .30, I fill it with lead

I'm tryna send big boy right to his dead

Heard what he said on the media

I'm sending bullets, he makin' disses instead

I know the feds be hot on a ****

True, that's why I don't be dissing the dead