I answer to no one Except to my big homie A lot of people But most of them phony But they act like they know me I hear them talking about love But none of them show me 031 to my real thugs The only ones who understand Are them mother fucking bloods No cross cross No shit talk Middle finger to ops Never talk to the cops I only call shots That’s why the block been hot A lot of homies left the spot But I’m still sitting On a mother fucking knot