I ain't coming out the crib if it ain't about money then it's dead 

I spent ah couple times up in the trenches smacking heads 

They day they caught me slipping i thank the Lord that I ain't dead 

just went and bought a Choppa just to split ah nigga dreads 

I thought you was my dawg but you left me with the dead 

The way I ran it up I'm feeling cramps inside my legs

Been trynna stay low my body tell me to spin 

The conscious in my head telling me I want em dead 

The way we spin this track you probably thinking that we racing

Brody put the blick down they see that we ain't playing 

 Sonn as I see em reach we get to cracking niggas heads

I stand on all 10 you better know that I ain't playing

You got some shit to say you better say it with yo chest

You claiming you a thug but a bitch when you get pressed

This btc scream like Mariah make you holler in the vest

The way his body twitch I know that hollows hit his neck

Been staying out the way I know the lord got me bless

But if they push up on me then I'm blowing with no regret