Head on a swivel, I’m movin’ militant (militant, grrah) If it get hot, better know I ain’t chillin’ then (nah, bow!) Too many talk but ain’t really killin’ shit (cap) Say what you want but we really livin’ it (facts, bah!) Bro got the blick, let it sing like it’s Trey (brrt, Trey Songz) Head tap gang, leave his brains on display (splat, grrah-grrah) We bend thru they block back-to-back every day (skrrt, everyday) Gunplay, no talkin’, we clap it (bow-bow!) Beam on his head, turn his hat to a magnet (red dot, bah-bah) Lil’ bro too hot, he want multiple bodies (bodies, grrah) Told him “Just wait,” but he clutchin’ the shottie (boom, wait) Ain’t no sympathy where I’m from (none) Moms cry, niggas numb (numb, damn) Same block raise shooters and victims (both sides, rah) Spin thru the bricks, let it rip on sight (Bow! Grrah-grrah) Opps see the V, now they takin’ flights (Run! Skrrt-skrrt) Don’t come outside if you ain’t built for it (don’t come out) They be talkin’ reckless but don’t live for it (internet, cap) Talk on my name? Get put in a tomb (rip, tomb) Block get hot, make the whole hood zoom (zoom, vroom!) Short fuse, long memory (boom, remember that) City turn friends to enemies (flip, quick) Pull up on his strip, no mask, broad day (Day! No mask) Broski let it clap, turn his top to soufflé (soufflé, brrt-brrt) Ain’t no second chances when it’s really there (nah, one time) You can hear it in my tone, I don’t gotta stare (tone, grrah) We don’t argue—we just let it air (air it out, bow!) Head tap gang, we don’t aim at the boots (head tap, never legs) Jersey get active, put his name in the news (news, Jersey!) Lil’ bro too hot, he want smoke for the free (free smoke, grrah) Told him “Just wait,” but he ready to squeeze (squeeze, bah!) When we spin thru they block, it’s a movie (Spin! Movie shit) Opps see the V, start runnin’ like groupies (Runnin’! Haha) Cold nights, cold hearts, same block trauma (cold, trauma) Corner store mirrors seen every problem (mirrors, seen it all) No politics, I don’t pick no side (no sides) Just know where I’m from and who really ride (ride, my side) They said it’s smoke, so we uppin’ the score (up the score, grrah-grrah) Bend thru they strip, kick in they door (kick door, boom!) Lil’ bro too hot, he want one more (one more, bodies) Told him chill, but he ready for war (war, let’s go) Talk on the gang, get turned to a pack (pack, rip) Head tap, leave him flat on his back (Grrah-grrah, flatline) You Internet demons, wasn’t outside at night (nah) I was in hallways duckin’ them lights (grrah) When the shottie bang, your body hang (boom… boom) Have them putting you on ice like Johnny Dang (cold… froze up) Play with fire, and get smoked like Mary Jane (puff… gone) Now your mama lighting candles, screaming out your name (why God?… why?) Pictures on the mantle, but the frame feelin’ strange (ain’t the same… nah) She prayin’ to a God that she feel ain’t hearing her pain (can you hear me?… please) Youngins out here tryna prove they got heart (too young…) But heart get you buried, six feet, just play your part (six feet…) Seen too much just runnin’ them streets (yeah, too much) I was 15 with a pole, tryna eat (tryna eat, damn) Now I’m over 30, still paranoid, can’t sleep (no sleep, bruh) Heart race every time brakes screech (skrrt—heart racin’!) Dreams full of faces that I couldn’t reach (can’t save ’em…) Some in the grave, some chained, some minds went fetal (lost souls… gone too soon…) We was kids playin’ tough, but the game got lethal (too young…) Did dirt for survival, ain’t nobody teach us (had to learn… the hard way…) Just death in the air, you could smell it like diesel
