歌词
作词 : Pro Logic/Dez Wright/Navraj Goraya/Durk Banks/AMIR ESMAILIAN
作曲 : Pro Logic/Dez Wright/Navraj Goraya/Durk Banks/AMIR ESMAILIAN
Ride around your block, we slidin' late night, yeah
See a five pack, we takin' at least four lifes, yeah
Ain't talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah
My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah
Got perico the color middle of a Klondike
Ain't got nos I'm ridin' with my bro, fear wrong or right
When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice
I'm creatin' no hierarchy, pull up with no ice
I won't rob nobody, I believe in karma
But it's off with his head if you try to harm us
I'm a handyman that's beside my hammer
Kick like Jackie Chan, but it ain't on camera
Schools, they kicked us out 'stead of tryna understand us
I pulled up to class no bookbag and no pencil
Me and my bro a hundred K cash, everything I do is standup
If I ain't do it then nobody woulda, had to man up
My brother hit a lick for thirty bricks, coke price went up
Gotta keep a weapon, right hand man, try to set him up
On the way to flex, used to cook the works, swear he had the magic touch
Been blowing mine when it bounce back and half the shit was cut
Heart racing hit a lick, hurry up, put it in the trunk
Are you done, roll the window down and throw out your guns
Go up North in rented car 'til everything is gone
Streets be talking, they don't know who did it but not for long
Ride around your block, we slidin' late night, yeah
See a five pack, we takin' at least four lifes, yeah
Ain't talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah
My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah
Got perico the color middle of a Klondike
Ain't got nos I'm ridin' with my bro, fear wrong or right
When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice
I'm creatin' no hierarchy, pull up with no ice
I go badass, spider, peel off like a tarantula
Go to Toronto lean with the killas
'Cause I can't bring no gun to Canada
Money and guns, etcetera
Why they be thinking they 'head of us
You stunting, you flexing, you add it up
Got robbed, but your homie had set it up
No stop at your boundaries
That's how n****s die in the streets
These n****s is soft, these n****s is hoes
That's how it sound to me
Look at you look up to, look at who you honor
But them n****s clowns to me
No one Ingleside is saying that he sell pounds of weed
I done seen him take so many drugs then say his body numb
I done seen the littlest nigga walk 'round with a Tommy gun
He couldn't get no good time for his cash, he was fightin' bodily harm
Once you hit the fed system, just know your body marked
Went inside that crib, got thirty years, I had to incite an alarm
It don't mean he got no bag, 'cause he got a icy arm
Let them n****s name they own weed, that's why the price is wrong
Definition of my brother, ridin' right or wrong
Ride around your block, we slidin' late night, yeah
See a five pack, we takin' at least four lifes, yeah
Ain't talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah
My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah
Got perico the color middle of a Klondike
Ain't got nos I'm ridin' with my bro, fear wrong or right
When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice
I'm creatin' no hierarchy, pull up with no ice