chilling with the gang, we're letting it bang sprang to the whip,glock on my hip see me in the streets niggas run the block lookin at the opps through the window shooting up my crib I got blood on my shirt like tie dye am with the guys in the crib, these niggas is hatin,they tryna tear us apart the bond so strong it's a lifelong thing all this bad energy I feel the deja vu