(Josh Coleman)

(Ayo Nas-T, Spin the block)

Uh, uh, uh

I'm a topic, but don't talk to me like I'm famous

I still ain't made it out the trenches, and the trench dangerous

It's still stand over a ****, or get left brainless

I'm gettin’ noticed and approached by some strange faces

Some **** actin' like I changed, cause I made changes

Still ain't get momma out the hood, they talkin' buyin’ chains

Still too much static in the hood, they want me to show my face

I come outside, I got this pistol with me everyday

I ain't been slidin', but them **** spinnin' everyday

My homies spinnin' everyday, they tryn' take a life away

We in the stu right now, but them **** might slide today

Got off the phone with my dawg

And he told me when he touch, he gon' change his way of livin’

And I told ‘em that I’m with it

The opps said that they want a body, and I told em' come and get it

Still got blood on my 700s, and residue on my fitted

Got residue on my skully, and residue on my mask

I got tapped and sat down, I healed up and got back

I told em' secrets that I shouldn't have, they bitin’ out my back

Bro the demon they don't talk about, he hittin’ **** hats

All that shine I deserve it

We was in the trenches hurtin', they was plottin' tryna murk us

We played the game with honor, they got booked and started workin’

They hit us, we hit back, and where we hit them, it start hurtin'

We ain't got no casualties or curtains, they got both of ‘em for certain

And they want that get back, that's why this pistol on my person

Try get back, get whacked, they on call tryn' murder

Come get ya mom another Janazah, get ya dog anotha' service

I'm a topic, but don't talk to me like I'm famous

I still ain't made it out the trenches, and the trench dangerous

It's still stand over a ****, or get left brainless

I'm gettin’ noticed and approached by some strange faces

Some **** actin' like I changed, cause I made changes

Still ain't get momma out the hood, they talkin' buyin’ chains

Still too much static in the hood, they want me to show my face

I come outside, I got this pistol with me everyday

I ain't been slidin', but them **** spinnin' everyday

My homies spinnin' everyday, they tryn' take a life away

We in the stu right now, but them **** might slide today

Got off the phone with my dawg

And he told me when he touch, he gon' change his way of livin’

And I told ‘em that I’m with it

The opps said that they want a body, and I told em' come and get it

Still got blood on my 700s, and residue on my fitted

Got residue on my skully, and residue on my mask

I got tapped and sat down, I healed up and got back

I told em' secrets that I shouldn't have, they bitin’ out my back

Bro the demon they don't talk about, he hittin’ **** hats