You know this album, I´ma say it like this, yo:
I´m tellin´ everyone right now, 2022
That Game and Hit gon´ be dangerous, mark my word

When they play that new Geezy, all the dope boys go brazy

All the dope boys go brazy
I lace my Converse and I swing my chain
You ain´t ready to die ´bout it, jump back in your lane

It´s like Hov in this motherfucker
But it´s just me and Hit, we brought the stove in this motherfucker
Cook somethin´ (Cook somethin´)
Whoop you niggas ass like you went inside your mama´s purse and took somethin´
We in them twin ´Raris, this gon´ be a good summer
I can see the future, let´s call him and get a hook or somethin´
Scream from the roof top, "Free Young Thug"
So I can reverse the bar I gave Jigga on One Blood

Still fresh like uh
Coke White Air Forces got me dressed like Young
André, the Doc
Sometimes I pull up on him and the door still locked
I don´t knock, but the Hit-Boy beats do
Welcome to the Surf Club and we brought the beach too
Westside connected, Ice Cube, Dub C too
You don´t bow down, the MAC-10 will reach you

Violence, all I hear is violence
All I hear is violence
When I walk in the room, niggas get silent
Sirens, all I hear is sirens
All I hear is sirens
So many guns clappin´, startin´ to sound like violins

When they play that new Geezy, all the dope boys go brazy
All the dope boys go brazy
I lace my Converse and I swing my chain
You ain´t ready to die ´bout it, jump back in your lane

You rap niggas is Kris Kross
I don´t respect niggas, only Nas and the big dawg
And this time around my pockets fatter than Rick Ross
She lick around the Glock, ´cause I ain´t takin´ the blick off
Niggas got me screwed up, but I don´t sip sauce
I break down the chronic, then I smoke it like the exhaust
Yeah, broke down The Chronic, and I made me a career

I´m here, ain´t nobody sheddin´ a tear
John Madden died but The Game still here
Still holdin´ the stick
Said John Madden died but The Game right here

And all I hear is violence
All I hear is violence
All I hear is violence
When I walk in the room, niggas is silent
All I hear is sirens
All I hear is sirens
All I hear is sirens
So many guns clappin´, startin´ to sound like violins

This is not The Infamy, I´m livin´ through my infamy
Every gunshot is a bittersweet symphony

That´s why Hit-Boy brought in the symphony
I hate when niggas droppin´, so no wonder ya´ll sent for me
I almost cut my braids last night
But I was engaged, had to go lay on a grenade last night
I was enraged, almost went out in a blaze last night
Wifey got drunk, I had to fuck the maid last night
Guess I was missin´ my fade last night
Heart vs. Mind, pluckin´ out my grays last night
Middle of June, drivin´ backwards in a May´ last night
And Mayweather lookin´ for 50 like May last fight
Ears ringin´ like the Clase top
Rap niggas got me waitin´ for a Beyoncé drop
And every fiend get a chain, when I weigh rock

Used to have a line out the door like a Kanye drop

When they play that new Geezy, all the dope boys go brazy
All the dope boys go brazy
I lace my Converse and I swing my chain
You ain´t ready to die ´bout it, jump back in your lane