Gang
You know we believe in the power of manifestation, man
Always spoke this shit into life, into existence, man
Said I was gon' have this shit (Chase Davis on the beat)
And I really got this shit
That's why it called 25
You know if you from the 'Raq man this shit hit different
Two plus five that's seven, that's the guy I am
On foe'nem

Greed and disloyalty
Know we beefin' with the opps on top of all these lawyer fees
When we lurkin' on they block the chopper speakin' Portuguese (brrt)
Strapped with thirty-shot Glocks, we got like twenty more of these
Now I'm millionaire status, watched some homies leave (damn)
Thank God, I found out he a rat before the cheese (thank you)
In the California sun, I'm rockin' shorter sleeves
Some of my niggas really gon' be gone for forty seasons
Can't believe I beat the streets, I'll give you forty reasons (forty reasons)
I was on my toes from the mornin' to the evenin' (mornin' to the evenin')
Think I was a doctor how I seen a nigga bleedin' (damn)
He a real pussy-ho, I seen the nigga screamin' (woo)
He a real demon and he lookin' like he mean it
Hollows in his chest, he stretched, I seen it how he wheezin'
Yeah, I'm hot like Weezy (Weezy)
Yeah, I'm hotter than the sun, I got 'em stoppin' breathin'
All the shit I'm spittin' sick, you might start cough and sneezin'
Fuckin' with these rappers, might get tricked, don't believe 'em (don't believe 'em)
I made it out with heathens (heathens)
Dissed and I received it (received it), blessings that is (uh)
Blessings, yes I did (uh)
Stackin' M's (M's), that's just for my kids

"You like this song son-son?"
"Yeah, I like this song"
"You like it? You love daddy?"
"Oh, yeah, yeah, yes"
"What's your name?"
"I am Yosohn"
"You love daddy?"
"Yeah, I love daddy"

I ain't know the world was cold
I saw a murder at nine
Still thought I was fine
No wonder I played with cap guns all the time
Can't make new friends 'cause I lost all of mine
It's a blessing to be alive
That's why I strive

It's a cold city, windy, even the hoes gritty
Watch out these hoes trickin', nobody owed pity
Ain't no more OGs 'cause most niggas told
And them niggas old bitches (pussies)
Gotta go on a hit with two .30's or more
'Cause most niggas roll with fifties (fifty rounds)
Whole city got a brand new wave of Glizzy, now them bitches came with switches (switches)
When the fuck they bring out them editions, man this shit gettin' fishy (brrt)
The police still too quick to kill us when we look suspicious
They tryna knock me off my square, but I bend and stood position (you know that)
No coincidence I got hit from there 'cause I'm just a gifted nigga (ayy)
Doin' one-fifty in the Urus carefully tryna miss collision (skrrt)
I was trapped, it's easy to get whacked, I make a split decision (uh-uh)
And Sohnny miss me 'cause I lost my vision, damn
Yeah, I know you want that, man these niggas trippin' (can't do that)
Holdin' in that stress, and DMX, I get to slippin' (get to slippin')
Fell in with the opioids and I started clickin' out (damn)
Always angry with my girl 'cause I felt like she bitchin' out (what else?)
I was just swimmin' with sharks before I walked up in the house
Know this pain lay deep inside of me I just can't get it out
so now I feel like shootin' (baow)
You can't wait to let it out too, yeah, I feel like you (feel like you)
In a fight with my anxiety, I feel like Juice

And I beat the street, man
Not by coincidence, it's because I embraced it
Like all the toughest shit I been through in my life
I took it head on I ain't complain about it, man
You know what I'm sayin?
It actually get greater, later

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Chase Davis, Herbert Wright