作词 : Robert Gill/Jayceon Taylor

作曲 : Robert Gill/Jayceon Taylor

[Verse 1: REASON]

Nigga, this shit feel like pistols poppin'

Dippin', ridin', Diddy talkin', G.O.A.T. shit

Slidin' in the G-Wagen through Philly on some more shit

We always kept it one hunnid, some Franklins in my coat, yeah

Hopeless, REASON, talk to 'em, *******s know they gon' walk to it, look

The best rhymin' was raised to expect violence

The gang and the set ridin', pull up in the 'Vette, slidin'

Like **** in some wet *****, don't think I'm a vet? Push me

Empire building like Lucius, I'm gettin' neck from a Cookie, oh yeah

Oh yeah, my niggas pull up slidin' with some shottas

Oh yeah, old West, this Impalas and hydraulics

Oh yeah, West shit, Dickies and Chucks tyin'

Appetite for the streets 'cause niggas is fed buyin'

Flashy with the drip, stay dangerous, move silent

'Cause niggas livin' loud is soon to be dead quiet

Shit, know my worth, give me twenty for those shows

Paid a penny for my thots, don't give a penny to these hoes, nigga

[Chorus: REASON & The Game]

Okay, pull up with my riders, nigga

Okay, Dickies and hydraulics, nigga

Okay, in [?], throwin' dollars, nigga

Okay, fitted L-A Dodgers, nigga

Okay, vatos be my partners, nigga

Okay, disrespect, they slidin', nigga

Okay, flag hangin' since a toddler, nigga

Okay, rest in peace to 'Pac, my nigga ([?])

[Verse 2: The Game]

You know the tin house across the street from Davis?

Ten khakis, Lord, save 'em, my bandana said, "**** the neighbors"

Wilmington moves, my Pendleton blue, guess I'm confusin' niggas

Pull up on my opps, hop out the cuttie like I'm cool with niggas

[?] of a Compton nigga, thought I was a samurai

Choppin' up them bricks, goin' through Bompton with 'em

Smith & Wesson, he brought his sponsors with him, he a monster with 'em

I know what's on your mind and I'm 'bout to press your conscience with 'em

Try me, we gon' pull your card and take your ID

Get a bad ***** from I-G, have her put ******** in your I-V

*****-ass nigga, I'm checkin' your purse

And we gon' make sure you dead, yeah, we checkin' your hearse

Come to the secretary on your birthday and step on the dirt

Niggas get split with the TEC disrespectin' the church

Your whole hood cryin', guess they wasn't expectin' the hurt

Your momma want that R-I-P merch, guess who pressin' the shirts

Keep playin', nigga

[Chorus: REASON]

Okay, pull up with my riders, nigga

Okay, Dickies and hydraulics, nigga

Okay, in [?], throwin' dollars, nigga

Okay, fitted L-A Dodgers, nigga

Okay, vatos be my partners, nigga

Okay, disrespect, they slidin', nigga

Okay, flag hangin' since a toddler, nigga

Okay, rest in peace to 'Pac, my nigga

Okay