When you speak to me, come with respect Cause them boys I know, don't want to see you flex Catch you at a red light, rip that pussy out his vet Talking to the feds, now the hoods coming for your neck The devils play ground, that's where my posse grow You never lived there, you telling stories bro Killas kid doing 80 years cause of this hoe Dem killas catch you homie, they'll let them missiles go You a trip, for real g, claimen somthing that you not You from the suburbs, not the jungle  on the block Never packed a glock or hussled on the spot When they put us in the courtroom you came in with the cops Now his momma crying cause you took his life away And his brothers and the homies want to take your life today He was like my brother, I told him you were fake Everyday your still alive, just fills me more with hate