[Intro]
227 till I 187 (Yeah)
Bitch I'm from tha 9, yo hood ain't no realer (Fuck)
(N***a)

[Verse]
(Look) It's a land fire
I'm murkin' this black quagmire
This goofy still alive, what the fuck is you?
A vampire?
Whack yo name out, find yo ghost writer
And blam guy
Shoutout to tha Goyas (Ey)
I can afford to send them bandz out (Hey!)
G like a Hoya n***a
Wanna know 'bout Ca$his? (Ca$his)
I was 74 'n 714 'n plug with real n***as
Like glasses (Malone), uh
Linked with Crook when he was with Suge
And I was strapped up, me and Eastwood
Punkin' pussy n***as when they act up
Like u, Raymond n***a
U don't have a clue 'bout gang bangin' (No)
U been shot, I've been grazed n***a (Oouu)
I don' put bad mans off in they grave
This is true
Brains poppin' out they cranium like Jades
When they bloom n***a
I take Chainz off, lame n***as too (Whoo)
N***a, I'm from 78th 'n Langley
What yo lame ass gon' do, n***a? (What?)
I'm bogish and it's known Lon City's soul 'n em (You know)
This dwarf is just a troll and he know he a hoe, n***a (We know)
U cryin' to Police, the plot is gettin' thicker (What)
U showering at Red Roof, wit' a n***a (Damn)
Bitch, back off of my motherfuckin' dick (Biatch)
U a runt sized punk
U stand up to gobble glizz (Biatch)
I could go mask up and rotate until u dead (Biatch)
In gun formation, we throwin' K's at yo head
I wasn't involved
Don't try to reach out to Em or Paul (nah)
It ain't callin' em off
I'm bout the serve this n***a
I think i know who helped u pen it
U know tell murk u n***a
U been ducken for a minute huh
Step up out the shade huh
Hop up n these flamez huh
I'm on yo motherfucker ass anyway
Let's get it
Lemme break it down my n***a
A n***a who lost it all
Go use my name the clown bitch
How you like me now bitch
Have you scared to see me
Eyes the ground bitch
I got a next gen on me right now switched
Still the same kid
That aired out them crowds hit
Zino layin dead on the ground shit
It's premedited
I'm heavy weighted
You'z a busta
A snake ass fake ass
Bitch ass motherfucker
This shit is crazy
I'm on my biddaness man
We not alike
Cuz what u like is really a man
C iam n***a folk
N i can't let down my bigga bro
U step round here finna go
Got green light like open roads
[Outro]
Capo
N***a trippin' mane