Run on ya block Get sprayed Bullets gon rain They call me insane They gon talk it's too late They gon see it all blu ray They gon see the blood and trauma But they can't look away from this mistake Only thing they gon see is his hung brain Why he suffering from this trauma He gon call for his mama Stab him three times in the chest He a oppboy He won't rest Fuck the opps Think they the best They say that with no chest The glocks and nines outside the door Open it if you want some more 24/7 service All areas covered by the shooters You lot see Hazey Packs and Potions Just starting out But I'm still hoping That they'll look up at me one day Think I'm talking shit All I speak is facts Don't believe me now But in 4 years platinum maybe 6 or 7 Talk shit and your family gets Maybe I'll add you to the list Run on ya block Get sprayed Bullets gon rain They call me insane Think about the opps Change your mind now not later Too late now we're back to the business It's Lil Brogzy are you fucking kidding Split his brains in half Same with all the staff Now we got his kids in And we ballin out all season Tickets sold Freezing cold Now the massacre unfolds Look at the view Good for me and you But for them too lit up see it Only goes one direction So be it The opps finally they drop the guns They got dropped Like a mop They got stopped (Pussies) Think that's the end We got more opps waiting We a target but we targeting them (Bitch)