text: Yall know whats goin on
  21 Gang til Im gone
  4L Gang til Im gone
  If Young Metro dont trust you, Im gon—
  Roll the window down, stick the Glock out 
  This chopper got a AMP, Ima rock out 
  When its time for smoke, they gon cop out 
  This AK47 made in Moscow 
  All these dead bodies got me seein strange things 
  Both sides of the gun, I done dealt and felt the pain 
  Drive-by? Nah, we the walk-up gang 
  I come from the 6 where they chalk up lames 
  Slide in and out 
  Spend the night? I doubt 
  Gold grill mouth 
  I come from the South 
  We was stealin cars
  You was inside the house 
  I know he gon be a rat one day
  Right now we call him a mouse 
  I got lots of stripes, all my niggas shyst
  You can roll the dice, you might lose your life
  Keep my Desert Eagle on me, he not nothin nice
  I just need one Glock, Nas need one mic 
  I done did a lot in the streets and them facts 
  PTSD like I came from Iraq 
  You made it from the gutter, then Im tippin my hat 
  Dont go big on me, you might get hit with this MAC 
  I dont need no holster, you get burned like toaster 
  I dont drink no liquor, but Im smokin on mimosa 
  We been gettin that Jewish money, everything is Kosher 
  Bought myself a Ventador and bought my bitch a Roadster 
  Drive my Lambo to the store, Ima wave with my doors
  Im on Glenwood, not the Ave., nigga, the road 
  Talkin on the pillow, nigga, that shit for the hoes 
  Id never snitch on my enemies or my bros 
  Im so 21, dawg, Im so SG 
  Im so 4L Gang, I keep a Glock, not an XD 
  Head so good, she not even white, I still call her Becky 
  Richard Mille cost so much I could push a button and see next week 
  .30 on the glizzy, got my pants dizzy 
  Playin round with Savage, you get shot in the kidney 
  So many drums, he gon think a band hit him 
  Chopper clapped his ass, he thought a hand hit him 
  I do the BlocBoy JB on a brick 
  Make your crew do the Electric Slide with this stick 
  She dont get no new Chanel, she gon throw a fit 
  I wanna buy that girl the world, the way she suck this dick 
  Fronted me some bags, I ran out the same night 
  When I was in jail, on my momma, I aint kite 
  Niggas know Im solid, I shoot and I fight 
  You just wear Adidas, but in real life, I got stripes 
  I got lots of stripes, all my niggas shiest
  You can roll the dice, you might lose your life
  Keep my Desert Eagle on me, he not nothin nice
  I just need one Glock, Nas need one mic
  My brother down the road, they tried to give him life
  He swear he so creative, turned a toothbrush to a knife
  Savage got your wifey playin with herself on Skype
  She thought the AC was on, it was just my ice
  We pull up ready to shoot 
  Yall ready to fight 
  Pull up, ready to kill 
  Yall ready to die 
  Broke-ass nigga get killed ridin a bike 
  Savage left his gun at home, nigga, yeah, right