[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Uh
Young Jefe, holmes
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Okay, I guess these n***as gon' force my hand 'cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
Man, that n***a he ain't my man, yeah, his brodie took the stand and his homie had sent the dirt, doin' all that playin'
Hundred bags on the floor, no, I don't even talk like this no more, Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man
And these n***as turned their back on me, but what the fuck did I expect, me and these n***as ain't come up from the sand
They hatin', I wonder why, I don't undеrstand
I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?
Thesе n***as gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand?
Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand?

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Look, I'ma say sorry in advance
N***a know they shouldn't play with me 'cause I'm not one of them
None of these n***as, they ain't my friends
They done turned me to the reaper, see your life flash forward in
Yeah, I give them young n***as them 10s
Repeat Gang, n***a, make him spin that block again
Spin that block again, n***a, spin that block again
Repeat Gang, n***a, make him spin that block again
That n***a, he got shot up and he was singin' just like Tems
My brodie got the time and took that shit right on the chin
My bitch, she ride or die, fucked her right inside her Benz
She done turned me to a cameraman, I'm right behind the leans
I know some n***as who I'ma trust, said they'll do that shit again
Shout out Juju and Gene, yeah, they just foolin' in the pen'
They told me I was insane 'cause I wanted my whole hood to win
Bitch ain't came down to borrow no fame, I put my soul in the trenches
And these n***as, they playin' these games, so, yeah, they so gotta end
Guess what, some n***as who wore my chain, they turned their hoes in the end
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy & No Savage]
Okay, I guess these n***as gon' force my hand 'cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
Man, that n***a he ain't my man, yeah, his brodie took the stand and his homie had sent the dirt, doin' all that playin'
Hundred bags on the floor, no, I don't even talk like this no more, Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man
And these n***as turned their back on me, but what the fuck did I expect, me and these n***as ain't come up from the sand
They hatin', I wonder why, I don't understand
I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?
These n***as gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand? (Let's go, Wopo, Jefe)
Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand? (Mob, let's go)

[Verse 2: No Savage]
Let's go, I've been thuggin' it by myself with all these grams (With all these grams)
How the fuck he think he rich if he only got a hundred bands?
I be holdin' shit in like a pad, I be gettin' shit hit with a mag'
You a killer? You're bein' too fast
I'ma catch him and get on his ass
Went to school but I ain't know how to add
They was thinkin' a n***a retarded
In the cell I was servin' Suboxone
I was fuckin' the nurse in the closet (Mob)
I ain't doubting myself, I'ma pop it
N***a speak, I'ma make him a target
Put the stick on his ass if he holler (Brrt, brrt, yeah)
I'ma knock off his arm with the collar (N***a)
N***a told me it's up and he vanished
N***a playing with me and he panicked
Hit the switch, ain't doin' no jammin'
N***a touch my nick' and he handless
Force a hand (Yeah), I'ma just start spankin' these n***as like I'm goin' crazy (I'm on they neck)
Yeah, thuggin' with me (Yeah), it be so many shots in this bitch we could go in the Navy
Uh, I used to sit in the buildings (Sell that gas), I used to trap this shit out like the '80s (I sell that gas)
I prayed to Allah 'cause He saved me
This shit wasn't peaches and gravy
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Okay, I guess these n***as gon' force my hand 'cause they already know I ain't playin', I don't think they understand
Man, that n***a he ain't my man, yeah, his brodie took the stand and his homie had sent the dirt, doin' all that playin'
Hundred bags on the floor, no, I don't even talk like this no more, Big Glizzy, I'm a grown-ass man
And these n***as turned their back on me, but what the fuck did I expect, me and these n***as ain't come up from the sand
They hatin', I wonder why, I don't understand
I could touch today, the Fourth of July, you understand?
These n***as gave us mojo just for Shy, you understand?
Thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, you understand?