(feat. Trae Will-Lean & Black Al Kapone)

(*talking*)
Yeah youll never take a nigga like me alive nigga
Im a soldier nigga I aint the type of nigga that complain nigga
I roll with the punches ya dig my nigga Z-Ro on the track
I got my nigga Will-Lean in the building
The Black Al Kapone is in the building nigga
You know the label Clover Gs is the label that pays me

[Will-Lean]
Ima slip and slide this clip inside
This 4-5 focused on your face then split the side
Cause this infrared gon chase and follow your ride
Its beef Im serving nigga so swallow your pride
Will-Lean the Chemist boy you know the name
Screwed Up Click afilliated who showed you the game
Lyrical assault like my glock spitting holes through your frame
Like the dope and the caine running through your nose and your veins
Im throwing out flames like a gallon of propane
With a guillotine nigga thatll open your brain
Open the range on your spot stand and scoping your stang
Call the cops Ill have you wishing and begging to open they canes
Watch your mouth nigga when you speaking my name
Im deep in the streets so you know Im deep in the game
Theyll find your remains dumped beaten and slained
A Clover G motherf*cker block bleeding this game

[Hook - 2x]
Youll never take me alive
How many homies in the hood down to ride
You swallow a bullet bitch or swallow your pride
You better tell these niggaz that Im from the Southside
Nigga you damn right

[Black Al Kapone]
Kapone gon ride with my Gs till these wheels fall off
And when our wheels fall off we gon kill yall boys
We some game spitters bitch getters hit niggaz
Six figgas fir this ice this is our life you nigga
Push a Maybach in dry weather
Ever since I got shot I keep my Baretta (nigga you better)

[Lil Flip]
Cause the streets aint a mof*cking joke
Its like the City of God lil kidsll kill you for a bag of dope
The Southside in this bitch and we all high
You want beef them bullets fly and yall all die
Cause I dont think you understand who you f*cking with
Since I was 10 I was taught not to trust a bitch
This rapping made me rich I know you hate that
Three million in nine months can you make that
Im clocking do and copping Os of that white widow
I catch you in your sleep and leave your brains on your pillow
So stop fronting like I wont pop heat
Cause its 25 guns if Im fifty deep
And its 25 knives Ill poke you nigga
Im a worldwide player you a local nigga
You better play your position before you come up missing
Cause my niggaz put in work and homie aint no snitching
Oh yeah did I mention yall can kiss my ass
And I own a Maybach so you can keep that Jag

[Trae]
It aint too many thatll ride for me so Ima keep this beat put to my back
On the blocks repping A.B.N. full time and it aint no doubt about that
I done seen the worst seen niggaz get dropped in a hearse
Seen niggaz try to get self on wax and get f*cked off trying to sell a verse
Really they tripping speaking on my name will get you put in situations
Anticipations of a ass-whooping so now you sitting back waiting
Hold up cat the Mack cocked back what you talking G-type shit thats what Im walking
Some of these niggaz wanna try to blend in then end up getting outlined in chalk and
Now what was that all about our cutters swear that you was running shit
But now you done metaled with these guerillas why the f*ck is you running bitch
It aint hard to see that we bone hard just like my nigga named Curtis
And for that I gotta greet ya Asshole niggaz at your service

[Z-Ro]
Now it been too many niggaz lately acting like they wanna do me some harm
But since Im always heavily armed it just remain cool to keep my calm
Promise it aint nothing for me to drop a bomb on a whole block
Everybody saying all sides is about to recieve a series of callico shots
So recievingmissly yall aint gon never take me alive
Ima squeeze and make a nigga leak in the street
Cutter from push-ups and backarms
Thats why I knock out niggaz teeth in the streets
I stay focused and pack all three of my guns Im complete when I creep
These hoes love the D-Boy so it make they pussy get wet and leak when I speak
If I gotta make an appearance you better believe itll be brief and discrete
Hop in the murder mobile and slide through like a thief in the N-I-G-H-T
Its so many motherf*ckers mad cause I got money at first it was funny
But I bet if they could catch me slipping they would try to take it from me
But I got news for ya they gon see picking out a suit and shoes for ya
Im bout to get rude with ya
Bitch Ima keep on clocking cash
Keeping the Khakis creased cruising quickly in the Crentley
Yall niggaz aint never gon take me alive
As soon as I clear this bitch its empty

[Hook - 2x]