them stay strapped silverback gorillas
i ice pick a nigga neck for my niggas
no regrets to the death for my niggas
even my educated house niggas
this shit is about figures
wrist wear it attract trouble
gotta keep that mac muffled
for a plate oaths'll break
them expose chose they fate
you know certain niggas stay perpetratin' for props
'til you put hands on 'em
or have ya mans and 'em blam on 'em
in broad day 'til the beef sauteed
bein' made'll make a nigga more afraid. with no scope could poke holes through ya meat loaf
it's no joke could pop the toast off a ski slope
crushin' the 'dro up in a c-note
show respect or either kill us
thoroughbreds and bidders
all my life i done poured out liquors
got old pictures of me to show what the mix is
that cocked gold plated 40 glock gets holy
on any block hip-hop rocks i'm cozy
from the moss to them cell blocks
they know me. dope boy me
pound of pure yay flipped
mr. low key from the bottomless pit
grew up on some guantanamo shit
the seed of a poisonous breed
believe to be conceived through soulless greed
the car rails or the cartel
real nigga season has begun