[ Featuring Robert Hodge Jr ]
When my Demons come approach ya, with the toaster at ya choker, come collecting like a broker, I'm no joker but I'll smoke ya, like a blunt ya philly bitch,
No white flagging when it's war, push the metal to the floor, hit niggas standing in our lane while aiming drako's at ya roster,
Ops curl up like cooking pasta, cook ya brains Ramen noodles, bullets hot as summer day,
Every summer shit get savage so be careful round my way, they bring the drama to ya moma for the right price imma slay, r.i.p the falling soldiers in our hearts you'll always stay!
I'm from the borugh keep it thorough we stay posted everyway, to get paper then we bout it
Master Cooking up the weight,
Lil homies now catching cases just to prove they shootas K,
That's what holding grudges surely gonna lay, f*ck aiming spray up they whole town, every single home blowe, ignorant as niggas hitting woman children oh wow,
Summertime shootouts & Winter blues Freeze
Enemies fall down & Spring up new Gs
It's a jungle outside, it makes wonder, how many slumber, illegal fire arms strike fast and sound like thunder, it's only right you bullet proof ya hummer, who's dumb & dumber no wonder ua body rot, copt the latest drop off rocks and popping glocks, sticking up corner store whores & probably cops! Whatever for the cream my team a reign Supreme,
To clever for the feds,
We moving silent, go swimming think he wired, I grew up all the shooters was admired not victim bitch,
Nowadays the snitches don't get stitches shit,
Too many lost in spirit or just ignorance,
Summer time shootouts turn to mourning when it's winter quick,
Cold blooded killers, holding hot steel, even when it's spring, fall another foe from cop kills,
Then they pin on the ops like its not real.
