Yeah

Man, them cameras started flickin'

Yeah, we rose up out the trenches

Huh, yeah

Man, them cameras started flickin'

Yeah, we rose up out the trenches

Yeah, they know that we built different

Conversations that we sittin'

Talkin' 'bout we beat the system

Send a hit out like a missile

In the streets like dirty pistols

Extra mags like, "What's the issue?"

Man, them cameras started flickin'

Yeah, we rose up out the trenches

Yeah, they know that we built different

Conversations that we sittin'

Talkin' 'bout we beat the system

Send a hit out like a missile

In the streets like dirty pistols

Extra mags like, "What's the issue?" Yeah

Man, hold up 'fore you take that pic

They gon' know who killed this bitch

They gon' see he insane, twisted

Get a face mask and a straight jacket

Gettin' paid fat Benzos on Benzos

Six feet down, addy mark set, go

Team on ready, ride for life

Cross kinfolk and the pistol blow

When the wind chill cold, deep south winter

Slayer gon' feast in the summertime heat

Mix it all up, call that dinner

Grow what you can, got what you need

In the heat of the battle, smokin' that mean green

With a beam on your team members on cream

Corn in the Vegas, know you wanna hit this shit

Nothin' free, mothafucka, pay up

Fresh baby, off the porch with a slugger

Married to the game, my lady, I love her

In an old school slider, duck behind tint

Dro in the air, blowin' out through the vents

Four deep, everybody got sticks

Drums hangin' out the socket

Rollin' through the bricks

Lookin' for a lick, needed some meal ticket

Anything come up like a dog on a stick

Off rip-off time, feel it go down

Crack on the block with Zopound

When shots rang, I hit the low ground

Erupt the scene, turn it into a ghost town

Who me? I ain't never faked the funk though

Extendo clip with a hundred round, ho

Disconnect your head from your neck, bro

Hit the pedal and watch the car go

He just really is a kid but you know I'm on the ball

I ain't had no one to call so you know I prayed to God like

"I need Your help to spread my wings, don't You let me go"

Been fightin' demons daily, hopin' I don't lose control

No one believed that I'd make it rappin', been a lonely road

I don't make the type of bullshit they play on the radio

Take dirt bait when you hangin' in the bottom of the bottle

Everybody got a problem, wanna call?

Fake friends speakin' on me, don't know I know

And they gon' probably post me when my casket close

You dirty mothafuckas gon' pretend to be the bro

If I'm dead right now, must've been my time to go

Man, them cameras started flickin'

Yeah, we rose up out the trenches

Yeah, they know that we built different

Conversations that we sittin'

Talkin' 'bout we beat the system

Send a hit out like a missile

In the streets like dirty pistols

Extra mags like, "What's the issue?"

Man, them cameras started flickin'

Yeah, we rose up out the trenches

Yeah, they know that we built different

Conversations that we sittin'

Talkin' 'bout we beat the system

Send a hit out like a missile

In the streets like dirty pistols

Extra mags like, "What's the issue?" Yeah