Gang crush em like a fresh pack of new ports in the jail house we teach em life ain’t short 3 point lock on a hater like

Gang crush em like a fresh pack of new ports in the jail house we teach em life ain’t short 3 point lock on a hater like a ball joint have a nigga spitting blood no love when it comes to a trader later imma ball with the big bucks fast trucks and new jays on a gang member it’s not easy to deceive a grave digger I just want the figgas (Verse 1) Rollin' through the city, got my crew on deck, Fresh pack of Newports, yeah, we cashin' checks. Smoke in the air, but we keep it so clear, Gang crush 'em hard, like they ain't even here. Enemies lurkin', but we stay on the grind, Step to the throne, you get left behind. Lights flash bright, but we stayin' low-key, Kings in the game, all eyes on me. (Verse 2) Chasin' dreams, while they stuck in the past, Fast lane livin', ain't no time for the last. Poppin' off like the pack, got that fire ignited, When we roll through the block, man, you know we invited. Countin' up the wins, let the haters just talk, Crush 'em like a pack, they can't handle the walk. With the bass in the beat, feel the heat when we drop, This ain't just a phase, man, we ain't gonna stop.