[Verse 1: Kwyet]
I let the semi spray any day in many ways
There's plenty prey
Pray to Pac in this Church for Thugs spot
Understand you dead if you ain't heard the slugs drop
You try to start the static
With people who really are the baddest
Set ya team up like target practice
So I'm gunning today like I'm hunting for prey
The realest out, we been that
Have u running like its gym cla**
Lift weight like I'm tryna gain muscle ma**
Swear to God if u buck at us we busting back
When u hustle crack, you can't even trust the facts
Streets got new rules --
Seen a lotta 8 balls I don't even shoot pool
I'm the alpha male
It's a homicide when my k**ers outta jail
Respect this
Eleven 21 been on some next sh**
Speakers so loud and my reefer the same
Rat traps for any man speaking my name
I only bump cla**ics
When I blow on these blunt ashes
Heating shells all day, my Glock's exhausted
***** search me, say "the rocks I lost it"
On the block smelling like a doctor's office
Claim the weed and codeine is medical
CA to NY so if there's a case, it seems federal
Playing it cool
In reality ya momma should be praying for you
My clique is gifted
Catch a body, go ghost make y'all superstitious
The courts only let the sinners win
If their name is Anthony or Zimmerman
Don't phone the Feds if you see me serving the white
But call 9-1-1 cause I murdered the mic