[ Featuring
Miles ]
This ain't no gang no
This gang is a clan
Chill with the homies the homies back
When it began
When I got booked and then they ran
God listen to my prayer
I never have triple digits
Trapping dope every minute
C block like I spin it
And now Yall all be worshipping Jah but I never seen him not even a picture ya trippin
Looking around and then I'm sinning
F*ck all you kids who be killin
And all these kids who still wanna beef
I hit my corner my block but they still want wendy mickey d on my streets
And free all the homies who gone to the box key chain twist lock, sheesh
What the f*cks wrong with your beats cuz
Motherufckers get beat because
Making od static heat he wuz
I don't want to see you on my streets
Talk about the box
I been in and out a lot
Even when im getting shot
I wont even call the cops
Cause I'ma ride on this bitch
Norman's slive on this bitch
Og tribe on this bitch
Talk alive on this bitch
We ain't talking money no C-notes
Walking bout the raps Adam V wrote
What the f*cks up with the zona
Walking around like a loner
Eating pussy like a donut
Michela taking them photos
Acting like you did not know us
What the f*cks wrong with your beats cuz
Motherufckers get beat because
Making od static heat he wuz
I don't want to see you on my streets
What the f*cks wrong with your beats cuz
Motherufckers get beat because
Making od static heat he wuz
I don't want to see you on my streets
