Police shoot a kid and get paid double
We don't make this shit no better, we gang bang and kill each other
Wish I could just live in peace, but I gotta keep my cutter
You ain't gotta watch no movie to see how (?) killed his brother
We survin' in the gutter
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, switches
Ambulance outside in the trenches
Black man layin' in his blood where the fence is
Nephew seen his uncle die, he defenseless
Auntie need her man back on his wishlist
Young niggas on demon time wearin' Christians
Squeeze with gloves on, OJ Simpson
Big bro sellin' crack but he simpin'
Spendin' all his profit on bitches
He got two kids wearin dickie
But he got his hoe in Givenchy
Baby Mama late on the rent
How you put them blades on your whip?
Forgiato's on your spaceship
House the size of a bag of chips
Bulletproof around my Cullinan 'cause the gutter done left me scarred
Ain't no way that you my brudda'nem, if you leave me behind my bars
This street politics, no government, all of the judgement gon' be ours
Tryna save lil blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs
From them switches & ARs
Tryna save lil blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs
From them switches & ARs
Tryna save lil blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs
Philly in my city, youngin's out here livin' sloppy
Friday they pray Juma, go outside and kill their ahki
That's why we tote metal, desert eagles, far as movies we don't nino
To see Benny kill Carlito, we surviving in the ghetto
Niggas, ch-ch-choppas
Young niggas tryna hit their ops up
Slid down then they got boxed up
Kill him then he got locked up
They laugh said it's the ops not us
He still playin' cops and robbers
Last week got the block shot up
Young chick bout to go and twerk
Yeah she'd rather f**k then work
Hit his enemies than he left town, now his enemies bout to kill his pop
My n**a young had a wet block
'98 learned how to set up shop
Before I signed to the Roc, moved real rocks on the little block
Yeah that was us, grab the brr double up
Told my n**a "Take that brr to the table, bag it up"
Then we switched it up, now we popular and our chips is up
I know my Mama, proud of us
Bulletproof around my Cullinan 'cause the gutter done left me scarred
Ain't no way that you my brudda'nem, if you leave me behind my bars
This street politics, no government, all of the judgement gon' be ours
Tryna save lil blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs
From them switches & ARs
Tryna save lil blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs (shit)
From them switches & ARs
Tryna save lil blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs
