[Intro]
Regulators (Thanks for the gift, E)
We regulate any stealin' of his property
We're damn good too (Oh, Lord, Jetson made another one)
But you can't be any geek off the street

[Chorus]
They say, "Ice been hittin' the city, so it's dry on all the cut" (You gotta be handy with the steel, if you know what I mean)
Deportin' n***as' plugs, why the prices goin' up (Earn your keep)
See a n***a turn religious, mean indictments comin' up (Regulators, mount up)
Stamp a Nike on the brick, hit like Tyson when he punch
The streets ain't the same, n***as police, in they feelings
The only reason n***as havin' motion 'cause I'm chilling
Shit in every summer, drop the Ghost on twenty-sixes
Got the yola doin' digits, fill the Rover up with chickens

[Verse 1]
Cop the bag from LA, I got ties to the Locs
See the hate from afar, that's why I'm ridin' with the scope
My homie in the pen' fill his mind up with dope
He got a mandatory ten on a nine twenty-four
I can't even lie, I got respect for all the legends
I still got my pride, n***a, that's my biggest weapon
Just loyalty and morals, all that other shit is second
I've been gettin' money since the Lexus on Pirellis
Talkin' back when Thug copped a hundred 'bows of bud
Crazy Tim told Frank to get it back in blood
Right now, I'm full again, but lil' Jerry's on mud
Ran out of ham, stuffed a twenty-dollar bag full of corns
I really live the shit these n***as rappin' in they music
Was trappin' in the booth, these n***as cappin' and they goofies
Silly-ass n***as, n***as actually be Druskis
Caught a head tap while he was lackin' in the Uber
[Chorus]
They said, "Ice been in the city, so it's dry on all the cut"
Deportin' n***as' plugs, why the prices goin' up
See n***as turn religious, mean indictments comin' up
Stamp a Nike on the bricks, hit like Tyson when he punch
The streets ain't the same, n***as police, in they feelings
The only reason n***as havin' motion 'cause I'm chilling
Shit in every summer, drop the Ghost on twenty-sixes
Got the yola doin' digits, fill the Rover up with chickens

[Verse 2]
A lot of shit done changed, but a lot of shit the same
A lot of n***as came and a lot of n***as faded
When it's a different wave, then you gotta change the lane
N***as move like they forgot the rules to the game
It's never really love with the homies that you blessing
N***as leave the prison yard and fuck with n***as that ain't help you
You smart with the pape', stupid n***as say you selfish
Put a two on the dog food, we finessed it
Got another lane, copped new phone for the plays
Cut them hoes off, I'm on the grind for ninety days
You trappin' in the rain, but we was trappin' when they raided
Fuck the gossiping, I deactivated my page
The marshals hit the plane, so the packages delayed
I'm in traffic with that thing, out in Dallas with Lil Blade
[Chorus]
They say, "Ice done hit the city, so it's dry on all the cut"
Deportin' n***as' plugs, why the prices goin' up
See n***as turn religious, mean indictments comin' up
Stamp a Nike on the bricks, hit like Tyson when he punch
The streets ain't the same, n***as police, in they feelings
The only reason n***as havin' motion 'cause I'm chilling
Shit in every summer, drop the Ghost on twenty-sixes
Got the yola doin' digits, fill the Rover up with chickens