This reminds me of coming up
This reminds me of Runamuk
This reminds me of skipping school
And I guess that's why we're all dumb as fuck
This reminds me of stolen kegs
This reminds me or throwing eggs
At the neighbour's house, when that punk came in
And we chased him out and we broke his legs
This reminds me when Richie died
This reminds me of Christie pride
This reminds me who's down to ride
If we're 16 or we're 65
This reminds me of rolling L's
This reminds me of holding cells
This reminds me that no one's first
And no one serves if no one tells
Loyalty til we royalty
Anything I get, my boys will see
The world is ours and the squad is us
But it costs too much for you to join for free
There's dues to pay and there's wrongs to right
There comes a time where there's odds to fight
If you ain't there, we getting even
If you ain't strange, we aren't alike
This Cosa Nostra, y'all Costa Rica
On your island all you know is lesiure
You know the code but don't know procedure
Or know what an OG's supposed to teach ya
This reminds me to keep in mind
That no one can be trusted
And this reminds me y'all need reminding
How a real one really does it - Legend

Yeah, you know I got ya, you know I got ya
Cause these streets hot like Sriracha - yeah
We had no papas
OGs raised us, they trained us to get the gwop up - yeah
We seen them choppers
We seen that work in that pot, the paper was proper - yeah
You know I got ya, you know I got ya
Cause these streets hot like Sriracha - yeah

Well I mean God Damn
Slowly becoming my own man
Slowly grind like a slow jam
NBS we don't need no stressing from no man
Independent as fuck
Yeah I'm the light skin Marlo Stanfield
Through the wire, I'm damn real
Snitching is what get a man killed
Play to 40, I'm Grant Hill
Niggas be over the damn hill
Ain't no damn skill
Came from underground up out the soil and the landfill
Kevin Gates, I got two phones
Dro in the air a typhoon drone
I refuse to do the shit y'all do for views
Me and my crew are just too grown
See that use phone and I toss that
Feds be on it, I lost that, man
Was all in the damn plans
Always hold down my crew mans
That's how gravity works
Go in your mouth and do a cavity search - remove your grill
Hunger pains got us playing the Hunger Games
We understand it's a numbers game
Whether or not the wonder came, I got rules
See my team, we can't lose
Niggas been earning stripes with my dues
Know that the Borough a real live zoo
See when I made the news up for holding the tools
Niggas was not there to hold me down
Do my dirt all by my lonely now
Understand we not homies now when I'm gone

Yeah, you know I got ya, you know I got ya
Cause these streets hot like Sriracha - yeah
We had no papas
OGs raised us, they trained us to get the gwop up - yeah
We seen them choppers
We seen that work in that pot, the paper was proper - yeah
You know I got ya, you know I got ya
Cause these streets hot like Sriracha - yeah