We attacking like a mountain lion shots flying, brains frying ain't no crying bitch stop yo lying kickin with the homies never lonely shoot your broney ass break you up like glass then we smoke the grass and hitting hot ass working mans a sucker learned from their mothers living in this slave state we still gang bang get them hoes in g strangs no pain no gain killin like a freight train never ever plain surfen this mystical current tappen into the spirits of the OG's God bless all the fallen homies give us prosperity in this scarcity let the hood live on keep them guns drawn.