My n***as out here On the block lurkin' Out here vibin AM flow, hear the birds chirpin Glock 40 [?] Out here tryna make it So you know i gotta murk sh** Broski told me get em I can't hold back In traffic with Big Swirl Tryna count a couple stacks I state known facts I ain't gotta rap, sit back wit dem d block boys get this money in the trap Them Steve Drive boys clap Run up its a wrap Grandad died, after that no holdin back I gotta see some racks f** it, millions due[?] Cause i dont feed my own self I give my team some food My n***as told me k** sh**, thats why i drill sh** L'a in the cut, with 40 with his outfit Run up it get tragic They know it get tragic Rondo ride an aston Its goin with no basket They better ask man I gotta task man To make it for my n***as, otf, like last debt[?] So i just money hunt Smokin on some f**in skunk Let this 40 k** this n***a, like it wasn't f**in nothin See man this just the intro for you f** n***as man Free all the guys man, i dont f** around man Free drose man, numba 9 man, otf man Rip baldy, rip d thang, rip lil steve man you know how we rockin man f** da opps man, CPDK, Turn up 2k13 man, free all my hittas man... bow!