[Intro]
P. Soul on the track

[Verse 1: J.Norm]
Yeah, check, uh
Play your position right
I got some n***as that's locked 'cause they ain't listen right
Fat boy, black boy, still pitchin' white
Whippin' pies in the mornin', I got my kitchen right
And it's the life, n***a, steady yo business
Do your dirt by yourself, you only state to your witness
Steady your fitness, kill shit, pray for forgiveness
They ain't that I'm pitchin', mob ties, they hate that I'm livin'
I gotta take some shit back, I swear I hate that I'm givin'
Middle finger to the haters, n***as hate that I'm spittin'
I'm on they fuckin' playlist, like play this
I ain't with the playlist, I'm respected on some J. shit
Been with the business n***as, why I never say shit
I just pull up on 'em with the burner then I spray shit
Shoot 'em from the neck up, the n***a just a face lift
Pulled up in a bus, a n***a pulled off in a spaceship
Check, gone

[Chorus: DBangz]
Look, seven Xans got me turnin' in my sleep
Still thinkin' 'bout my homies layin' six feet deep
Make sure to peep the company you keep
Or you'll be left dead with your temple leakin' thinkin', "Why me?"
Shit get real when you layin' with deceit
Better watch your surroundings 'fore you get cold feet
The devil watchin', ain't no time to retreat
Corner said we found another dead, layin' on the backstreets
Damn, homie layin' on the backstreets
Yeah, he was layin' on the backstreets
Pretty sad if you ask me
He was layin' on the backstreets
[Verse 2: DBangz]
It's time for my victory screech
I treat the pencil like a dick, I love to get in them sheets
I rip and repeat, rollin' Uno deep
I slip Snotty the piece
I hit her unc, and now we flippin' his niece
We poppin' in grease
We known out Spain and Belize
She on the floor until she feel the pain in the knees
I aim for his knees
Boy, you know it's Cain and Abel
The streets will hurt you, feels painless to me
I'm rollin' trees 'til the sun up
I pull my gun up and take the cheese
Bitches get fucked, you know it's big d
I'm 'bout myself and you couldn't defeat me
Six deep, like I can't get to you
The devil takin' n***as that sleep
I'll play for keeps, look
It's me and Jag, we puttin' fear in the cous'
I'm serious, cous'
Leave 'em leakin' period blood
Come get your feet wet
You power steerin' clear of the mud
Every n***a who said he blowin' up was clearly a dud
I'm in the trenches sproutin' deep and y'all is nothin' but buds
Peace in the streets is similar to fallin' in love
I got my family on my back, my homies pushin' me up
I know the smile on my mama when she know that I'm up
I was stuck in a bad pattern, now, in God I trust
I take care of my mom and dad in case I fall to the slugs
And when it's time for me to go, I hope you grace me with love
And when I leave this life, y'all know that I was doin' it just
[Chorus: DBangz]
Look, seven Xans got me turnin' in my sleep
Still thinkin' 'bout my homies layin' six feet deep
Make sure to peep the company you keep
Or you'll be left dead with your temple leakin' thinkin', "Why me?"
Shit get real when you layin' with deceit
Better watch your surroundings 'fore you get cold feet
The devil watchin', ain't no time to retreat
Corner said we found another dead, layin' on the backstreets
Damn, homie layin' on the backstreets
Yeah, he was layin' on the backstreets
Pretty sad if you ask me
He was layin' on the backstreets