All my team turn up
All my b**hes turn up
You can burnt up
All my gang turn up
All my squad turn up
I ain't got a Niña but you can get burst blud
Dont come to my curb cuz
All my boys on the curb doing work son
Stuck up in the dirt mum
Moving all these bricks till my feet numb
This trapping isnt for Fun
I'll be moving these packs until more come
I'll be serving these fiends then more come
More come means more haters means more guns
Means more bullets means more dying sons
Turn up one Time for the ones thats are gone
Rest in peace
Living the life of a beast
Have a feast of meat now hoes wanna meet
On the beat I'm a chief like Keef
Smoking on this reef mo beef
In the street its chickens on me
I'm with my g's and we B.I.G
Tryna dodge uniform and C.I.D
So ain't no muddaf**er gonna stop me