(Call me 3pac)
(On gang and 'em, whole lot of gang shit)
(Whole lot of gang shit)
Uh
For the homies, my niggas
Amen

(Yeah)
All my naysayers are eating crow (yeah)
'Cause we reaping every single thing that we can sow (gang)
Needle and thread in my head, I'm a string theorist
Everything is connected and we the seamstresses
Durag wrapped up, tryna train my waves
Auntie gave me a bowl cut, but I was catching fades
I went fifteen like fifteen times
Got away with nineteen crimes, I'm sipping this wine, yeah
Writing raps in the trap I was locked in
The drank made me slow, but my mind was on Mach-10 (God)
Elbows of vegetable for the LO (gas)
I had the runny nose, but I ain't have a cold, huh
If you know, you know, really though
The homie hit me told me, "Hide the blicky, bro"
This niggas always into some wild shit
One time he bought the KelTec
I had to tell him all we shootin' is videos
Ain't have the eyesight for the gunfights (nah)
But gotta couple crodies I would go to war for (gang)
Shooters you won't find on NBA highlights
I know where the bodies buried, I won't tell a soul
Soul

Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang and 'em
Look the judge in the eye and lie for gang and 'em
Since a youngin' I been on some ride or die shit
Huh, I got secrets I'ma die with (gang)
Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang and 'em
I ain't never cutting ties with the gang and 'em
Since a youngin', I been on that ride or die shit
Huh, I got secrets I'ma die with (yeah)

Look, dead homies tattoo'd on my skin (gang)
Stash tools in the Benz (gang)
Flag blue like the wind (ay)
Planned to lean shorties for this bad mood that I'm in
She say she love me, so I made her smash two of my friends (ooh)
You know I ride for my niggas, middle finger to the opposition
Been the man all my life 'cause see my pops in prison (facts)
Not to mention I came up getting chose by lots of women (facts)
And every time they sold they bodies, know I got commission
Toxic nigga, might just tatt the skull and bones
C.I.P Doe Burger, van't believe that my lil' brother's gone
Missed my flight that morning, got his text, but I missed bruh call (missed it)
If I was there, I woulda caught a body like a trust fall (no cap)
Or been somewhere in surgery (yeah, uh)
Pistol close as Glen, can't let 'em murder me (no way)
If I go to jail and do a bid, it was for perjury (shh)
Certainly, I swear you'll never hear that dude told
Cross my heart and take it to the tombstone (ooh)
Fresh

Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang and 'em
Look the judge in the eye and lie for gang and 'em
Since a youngin' I been on some ride or die shit
Huh, I got secrets I'ma die with (gang)
Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang and 'em
I ain't never cutting ties with the gang and 'em
Since a youngin', I been on that ride or die shit
Huh, I got secrets I'ma die with (yeah)

It was awkward for me to be around cuz, on the real
You know I mean?
Q was mad 'cause we banged on each other, you feel me?
We was cool after that, you feel me?
But that's what it was though
Soul called me like, "Man, you, you need some weed?
Oh, man, come smoke"
Uh, but Q here
What I'm not finna tuck my tail
Listen, I'ma pull up, I'ma tell cuz where I'm from
And worst for worst, bro
We gon' with the squabble, we can go to the side and fight
And it's gon' be cool (cool)
Cuz be like, "No, bro, but I don't want that, I don't want that"
I'm like, "Cuz, you don't understand, this is politics
'Cause I'm not finna tuck my tail though, I'm on my way over there
You feel me? That's when I pushed up
Me and Q kinda cool though

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Writer(s): Herbert Stevens IV, Jake Kosich, Johnny Kosich, Mark Spears, Matthew Schaeffer, Supreme Williams