What’s wrong with these dudes it’s like they a girl, Oh they just in a mood It’s like they heavy in a cycle but what they need is a Bible Steadily talking steadily talking See u talkin can u do the walk too We joggin we passin you OGs we finish it with fists you boys want to empty magazine It’s a full clip, loaded, leaving their head exploded bodies layin down, lookin folded you claiming some type of gang boy you know nothin bout gang Like if it was some pussy you know that strange not even gonna step to you you’re not even in my range high caliber you know 50 cal think what would that do to a body now you see it, now he’s gone we ain’t played like pawns close family type bond we come in strong don’t forget what we ain’t doing Yea, each other wrong yeah, we got that bread too hella long see the difference, we survived You would die, in them trenches couldn’t stop me, don’t try 187 is the case, you’re gone leavin no trace what happened to boys, these days Stagnant, stuck in their ways.