Riding, everybody sliding
Banger on my waist, .95 you never hiding
I´m back from the gutter, that trenches raised me off the porch with the Glock
Better watch the ones you claim that love you ´fore the drop to get guap

These niggas tell me bout these slut hoes who fucking the block
Ain´t no more love in my heart, and I don´t mean to question God but

If he kill my partner am I wrong if I go get ´em back
I look around to see that don´t nobody got my back
If you ain´t rat and have that racks then you gon´ get respect
Raise your hands, raise your hands if you know a nigga like that
That shit ain´t 100 hunnid that all them real niggas in the grave
They showing love when you come around