Lyrics: Been in the game you just arrived me and my team we headin out 6 bags all north face fuck that gucci shit that yall talkin bout It takes a hitta to know a hitta  me and my dogs know each other well we from the gutta all from different city started chasin butter it led us the hell like how the fuck did we get here did we get here dog kickin door niggas gettin got n half my dogs they already gone i done already let my ppls down i done dozed out waiting for the day my baby bro finna touch down 6 down he said 2 more thats too fucking long ima break u out k ridin with k now and t ridin with the t9 yo bitch steady on my dick i dont gotta as her to be mine she inlove with the way we move and my decalcified peaniel (pinieal gland) she hates my guts now cause i treated her like a buss down playboy no silly rabbit that's just my bad habits bible on my dash but if they try me ima let em have it and aint shit for free so im gone still go n charge ya fam after fuck slidin out a charger i 6 shootas in a black raptor Real life shit no paid actin no hollywood no he cappin, im not crippin im not brackin but my past full of gang action on behalf of older brother fuck the ice team and gang injunction i might be in my city or i might be in the cattle ranches i might be Colorado bound picking up some new batches whatever it is we doing thangs for the outcome to be numbers for my ppl to not be stressed n no longer feel hunger 50rd drums in each hand they callin me the drummer, this lifestyles in my blood im a son of a gunna, only diferrence is these bannana clips and my pops carried revolvers, they all think he ride alone but God is always beside em. See my old man a good man, me im more like Poseidon, I let it rang and make it rain 30 brass hollows inside em.