Homicides are up over fifty percent compared to last year

But the fact is, in some South and Westside neighborhoods

It's guns, drugs and gangs

Beyond the guns and the gangs, the city is coping with a street culture

In which all too often, the silliest squabbles lead to deadly force

So fifty-two shot, eight dead in only three days

And the city seems all but numb to an epidemic of violence

It's Wick

Better keep your head up and keep your pipe, this shit get hectic

I seen that vid of Zoo, put a smile on my face, somebody stretched him

Goofy, lame ****, you somewhere tucked OT, I ain't even gon' address 'em

Loose screw gravedigger, you know I stopped this rap shit and be out here steppin' (Nemii, this bitch retarded)

I be trappin', rappin', shootin', my brothers say I'm the GOAT

How buddy rap that shit, but ain't in them cars? His block let him say what he want

Ash keep sayin' he gon' kill me, I just laugh at him and I tell him he won't

You the type to get lo' on the opps, a straight bitch, you gon' send it to bro, I'm the one who gon' go

Tell 'em a secret about me, one of my eyes is bad, I gotta get close on a ****

Love that new pack, that's that Zoo pack, and sixteen smoke up more of the Swisher

Big bro mad 'bout lil' bro, fuck that ****, give his ass some tissue

Soon as he die, I'm goin' straight to the stu', ****, I'm plannin' to diss you

We told you we was gon' get you, didn't we? Damn, he can't reply

Y'all surprised? Y'all know how this go when you go against the Y's, this all I know (Nemii, this bitch retarded)

I can't go against this shit even if I tried

I'm GDK, I'm BDK, I'm YMN, I'm Die 5, but anyway

Pop out totin' the Drac', this how I feel today

New pretty bitch, let me do whatever I want and do whatever I say

She love how I fuck her

She don't want no kids, so I put it on her face

Somebody tell Lala come home to dada, I love datin' up my race

**** and bitches be tender, I don't think I should've said that

They say Drilla been comin' crazy lately, I don't where my head at (Nemii, this bitch retarded)

I'm Young Money, one of the bippers, ****, you know where I stand at

**** from nowhere around tryna in the beef, that's gon' get yours man whacked, head-tap

It's your guy, I pop my shit on every track

A opp just died

Ayy, Alexa, play Rod Rave, "Last Lap," he dead now

I'm steady countin' these bands, I think I lost count

I ain't even count this other cash, I know it's a large amount

Y 'nem said, "Pop your shit," so I went it and brought it out

Just know Drilla had it in when they was sayin' it was a drought

I get 'em in, then get 'em gone

I try to stay busy 'cause if we get bored, probably be outside your home

Lil' bro tryna max his badges, I'm right with him, tryna get shit gone

(Nemii, this bitch retarded)