Backstreet creepers

Black chrome Jeepers

Young Grim Reapers

Neighborhood ethers

Diamond piecers

Connects share secrets

Plug all leaks up

Here he comes geeked up

He was running 'round the field

At a real fast pace on 'em

Block hopping, opp shopping

Cold casing 'em

Everywhere he go, for sure he gon' take his gun

Savage, playin' life or death games

He ain't 21

His bro got popped

He think he know who did it, but he ain't sure

But he gotta show these **** what he ain't for

What if he the one they really came for?

Box an opp, that was his goals

And he aimed for it

It's wild-out time in the jungle

Ain't no room for no tame soldiers

You don't want to end up being food for these dang vultures

Thangs with no holsters, it's Shaq time and who's to say?

What's that?

Hustle down to the paint, bang, post up

Now pay attention 'cause his life is a page-turner (Listen)

He want the spoils that don't come to the wage earner (Money)

Ask him, "What's your favorite word?"

He gon' say, "Burner"

In this game, you gotta innovate, ****

Stay learning

He used to like school, but life happened

So he gave up

On **** was dripping Off-White

So he saved up

Tripping, look at flicks of him and the opps

Just little **** playing hard

Now they tryna put each other in the graveyard

He knew the code when getting popped

So he stayed silent

He knew the code running on these blades

So he made violence

Stayed firing, late-night slidings aid sirens

When he dreamed, it was a MAC that laid by him

Went by the street code, neck glows

Ten toes, stay hard

His square uncle told him, "Lotta 'hard' **** in the graveyard"

But fuck it, he chose this life of pack flipping and strap blowing (Yeah)

Just like you hear in all the rap songs

You a square, you got desires you can't act on

Living in a web of liars

Dipping TAC teams

He got a lil' bitch, she say she down

But he can't trust her (Why?)

'Cause deep down he knows (What?)

She's a fame luster

If you get pressed in the field

Don't became flustered

Any weakness is revealed

They gon' come for you

So he let the opiates glow his blood up

His mind saying, "I need money"

Won't shut up

Any little thing make him nut up

Remember when the big homie told us that it's blood out?

Don't

Don't be a cardboard cutout

Don't

Don't be a chalk line drawn out

Don't

Don't let the beef get drawn out

Don't

Don't be on watch all drugged out

Don't

Don't let the opps pitch a shut out

Don't

Don't let an opp come draw down

Don't

When the blood really spill, don't bug out

Don't

Squealing to the law is not thugged out

Don't