[Pressa]

My heart cries
This Sh*t hurt

I add an extra lil’ grabba for the kicker
I come from homicides show you how my life turned

Me and the killers can relate out in glockburn
I talk to myself, I’m like wondering

All this love that I put in the streets I get it back
I’m so for the team

I ain’t a renegade
I’d be lying if I said I ain’t do it with the gang

See Getti whip the pot with the prezi in his hand
This glock so dirty I might sell it for a rack

I middle manned the brick and happy that I made a band
I’ll show you what my youngin he’ll do for 40 grand

Lawyer fees add up plus I’m throwing it in Sam’s
There’s times I tied him up and had to ask for 100 grand

I seen lil homie slide and come back to the block a man
Bring me back to the times, bring me back my right hand

[M24]

I grow with sinners
Then we turned to winners

Started off with petty crime and then we turned to killers
He asked me if I hit it I said mind your business

Now I’m in Jamaica chilling with the finest women
It ain’t nothing for my tug to go and load the clip in

It ain’t nothing for my killer dem to catch you slipping
Did a 3 point treat it like I’m Scottie Pippin

You one of dem boy then deal with that n**** wicked
On the A side we don’t take chat

Blow a bag in a store it get mek back
On a bad ground

It’s a death trap
Even when I take a piss them drillers got my head back

Run a program on me go get your bread back
Overplayed my part

I had to step back
Stepped in the place n**** we the get backs
9 hour flights really got a n**** jet lagged

[Pressa]

My heart cries
This Sh*t hurt
I add a extra lil’ grabba for the kicker

My heart cries
This Sh*t hurt
I add a extra lil’ grabba for the kicker

We war ready
We got eye for eye
My glizzy singing in the street just like a lullabye

[M24]

Load another clip
F*ck it get me lit

I ain’t got no time to link I’m busy getting rich
Me and broski hardly speak he too busy flipping bricks

F*ck a opp f*ck a snitch you ain’t straight you a b*tch
Kilo round my neck it;s got me feeling like I’m Rick

Skrring in the Lambo got me feeling kinda sick
She a gold digger and that n**** he a trick
War ready what you think get that n**** with a flicks

[Pressa]

We war ready baby so we suit up in the cut
Revenge is promise crodie tatted on his arm

A million ain’t shit
They used to tell me it was hard

Gave my life to the block but they tell me I’m a star
I’m with the murder squad

They aint like that
Crodie rapping bout my works

Like he my hype man
See I was out there in the field just like a line backer
If rap don’t work I’m back trapping need my line back

My heart cries
This Sh*t hurt
I add a extra lil grabba for the kicker

We war ready
We got eye for eye
My glizzy singing in the street just like a lull