[Intro]:
We gonna make it out in the end, yeah
Free all the guys who stuck in the pen, yeah
I'm back on my grind, yeah
I'm back on my grind
Uhhh, uhh

[Hook]:
I got a Glock with a stick on the end
If I aim, then I go for the head
Not playin' no games, yeah we leave 'em dead
My boys ain't the same, we put em' to bed
I gotta make it, get to the bread
Put on for them boys who lookin' ahead
Swear to God, we gon' get it and win, we gonna make it out in the end
I got a Glock with a stick on the end
If I aim, then I go for the head
Not playin' no games, yeah we leave 'em dead
My boys ain't the same, we put em' to bed
I gotta make it, get to the bread
Put on for them boys who lookin' ahead
Swear to God, we gon' get it and win, we gonna make it out in the end

[Verse 1]:
Free them out the can, they still doing time (still doing time now)
Promise my brother we gonna be fine (we gonna be fine now)
Try and touch family, I got a clip that remove your head from your spine (I got a clip)
Hesitate, you could get whacked, (bow)
He turn and run, we shoot at his back
Try it again, we gon' up it and then we just take his ass right off the map
I really don't got no more trust left
She think we a ting, I act like we just met
They talkin' hot, then we finna bust them
Bitch I'm real slime, I hang with the rugrats
We say it's time, then we gonna up them
When it comes to the gang, better hope we don't come back
Do it again, get to the sack, I'ma run it up
Shit ain't gon' fit in my book bag
Now I'm just focused on running these bands up
I ain't have no one to teach me to man up
I get the bread like a baker, I'm destined for greatness
I'm not finna wait, I'ma get to the cake
I'm not gonna stop till I'm down in my grave
Nobody gon' tell me to stand up, yeah (I keep a chop, yeah)
[Hook]:
I got a Glock with a stick on the end
If I aim, then I go for the head
Not playin' no games, yeah we leave 'em dead
My boys ain't the same, we put em' to bed
I gotta make it, get to the bread
Put on for them boys who lookin' ahead
Swear to God, we gon' get it and win, we gonna make it out in the end
I got a Glock with a stick on the end
If I aim, then I go for the head
Not playin' no games, yeah we leave 'em dead
My boys ain't the same, we put em' to bed
I gotta make it, get to the bread
Put on for them boys who lookin' ahead
Swear to God, we gon' get it and win, we gonna make it out in the end (We gotta make it out)

[Verse 2]:
I got some shit on my mind
Rest in peace, all of the guys
We get the word and we slide
Ain't no place that you could hide
My boy, he been through it, you see the pain in his eyes, (feeling the pain) woah (We just running it up for the section)
I'm in the back with a tech now - yeah, that's good
(Pew)
I'm in the back with a tech now (with the tech)
Bust him if he talking wreck, now
We let em' know how we get down
Dangerous, boy keep your head down
We shootin' first, we not gonna miss, my set is on 10 now (yessir)
Fendi the fit, yah (Fendi)
Blue Ramones, yeah the Ricks, yah (I got the kicks)
I am a rich guy, I'm just a take her right back to the crib guy (up in the crib)
Audemar wrist guy, Takada the Kenzō my prints guy (yeah)
Fashion, dripping, they ain't notice, like "Get a load of this guy"
Fendi, Armani, the Balmain all on me
Louis, Berluti, got CDG on me
Dior and Gianni, drip is my hobby
LV the luggage, meet me in the lobby
30-piece on me, but I got an army
I got a shooter in case he try to harm me
Her life is a movie but I'm the one starring (I'm the one starring, yah)
[Hook]:
I got a Glock with a stick on the end
If I aim, then I go for the head
Not playin' no games, yeah we leave 'em dead
My boys ain't the same, we put em' to bed
I gotta make it, get to the bread
Put on for them boys who lookin' ahead
Swear to God, we gon' get it and win, we gonna make it out in the end

[Outro]:
If I aim, then I go for the head
I gotta make it, get to the bread
Put on for the boys who lookin' ahead
We gonna make it out in the end