I’m noticing that the streets have become a trend
These rappers never cooked baking soda, my friend
They don’t know what it’s like to have a few brothers turn on you
Because of everything I sing, the case might just fall through
Better not compare, let my crew start to fire
If I shoot, I don’t miss, James Harden, no liar
In a McLaren (Brr), the cops might stop us as required
They want my crew to confess (Yeah)
Better not compare, let my crew start to fire
If I shoot, I don’t miss, James Harden, no liar
In a McLaren, the cops might stop us as required
They want my crew to confess
Inside a squat, we’re growing that garden
Washing money through concerts, never disheartened
The streets taught me to always stay alert
Seeing mothers cry because their sons are in the dirt
I used to break into places with a crowbar
Then got investigated by the cops, had to go far
There’s a snitch around here, something’s not right
And when I catch that snitch, I might start a firefight
I-I feel like Al Capone with the AK-47
These guys throw shade but don’t dare step in
Committed my first crime when I was eleven
They’re making noise, but they owe me money, no question
Better not compare, let my crew start to fire
If I shoot, I don’t miss, James Harden, no liar
In a McLaren (Brr), the cops might stop us as required
They want my crew to confess (Yeah)
Better not compare, let my crew start to fire
If I shoot, I don’t miss, James Harden, no liar
In a McLaren, the cops might stop us as required
They want my crew to confess
Pussy ass guys
We sell drugs in a pack, man (In a pack, man)
They want to shoot me dead like Biggie and 2Pac, man
We know where the opp lives, man (Mvrda Gvng)
And if you kill one of my brothers, we’ll kill you like Pac, man
We kill him like Biggie
Send a shot, turn him into a spirit (Brr)
Outside my show, he wants me to sign his girl’s chest
Your boyfriend is a fool, he doesn’t kill, he’s a jest
Roll all the enemies up like a Philly blunt
They killed my brother, we avenged him on the hunt
Went out to get him, no masks, no gloves in the stunt (Yeah)
Chains out so you see the diamonds up front (Yeah)
Things changed, they’re not like they were before (Grrah)
If I shoot, I don’t miss like Harden
Alert your car, we’ll find your apartment
The kids are hungry, devils want blood, it’s ardent
Flyest shooters ever, hunting in Gallery Dept
Yeah, pussy ass man (Yeah)
I’m smoking the dead, turn you into a pack, man (Into a pack, man)
You know I’m always strapped, man (Brr)
The saints protect me and the devils got my back, man
Better not compare, let my crew start to fire
If I shoot, I don’t miss, James Harden, no liar
In a McLaren (Brr), the cops might stop us as required
They want my crew to confess (Yeah)
Better not compare, let my crew start to fire
If I shoot, I don’t miss, James Harden, no liar
In a McLaren, the cops might stop us as required
They want my crew to confess
(Brr; Mvrda Gvng)
Mvrda Gvng, bitch (Tell ’em, rebel)
Tell ’em, Cyril, dammit, The Devils
Tell ’em, Jaime and Yavi, you know (Brr)
The singer killers, the terrorists (Tell ’em, Slayter)
The European 50 Cent, man
If I don’t see it, I don’t believe it, man
The Devils of Spain, hear that? (The Devils of Spain)
The Devils of the Metro (The Devils of the Metro)