[Intro: B Dot]
Yo

[Verse 1: B Dot]
Look, you n***as ain't fucking with the squad though (No)
I put that on my mom, bro
When it come to writing rhymes every line's intertwined and designed with the God flow (Yeah)
Don't get hit with a bomb, though
I couldn't miss a shot with my eyes closed
I'm good with the point like Rondo and get hit with a two-piece, that's a combo (Boom)
N***a, all my homies from the bottom
Guns and drugs they really got 'em (Yeah)
See the opps and they spot 'em
Best believe they probably shot 'em
Oh my God, this is a problem (Yeah)
Oh my Lord this is an issue
Hand my grandmama some tissue
She say, "No weapon that is formed against you"
I say "Grandmama, Jesus allowed the hood to have pistols" (True story)
So, I'm switching up the flow 'cause I can
To let you n***as know I'm the man
You don't understand what the cocaine epidemic did to my fam
When you take the lid off a can after you done heated it
And beated it and mistreated it
And best believe anything that you see in it to degrees'll be damned (God damn)
Damaged goods so understand the hood next time you try to critique who I am
I'm tap-dancing on the beat so anything that I think I'ma make sure bleeds through the pen
Get a scope, come see through my lens
I'm yelling out free all my friends (Yeah)
And making sure they never go again (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma speak the truth to the end
And fuck whoever that we gon' offend, LSC
[Chorus: Illmac]
Real make moves while the fake watch
No Snapchat when they face swap
Hit the plug up, make him weight-watch
Getting to the bag, that's a cakewalk
Got a crib in the Valley where it stays hot, trust me
Been a few months since a raindrop touched me
Real make moves while the fake watch
Getting to the bag, that's a, that's a cakewalk

[Verse 2: Illmac]
It's fuck 12 I got the case dropped
My homie PC did two-and-a-half years state prop'
Just for selling trees, now dispensaries on the same block, damn
Shit don't stop like the drug war
Every other block got a drug store, ain't a uproar
The Walking Dead, the whole city a slum
While they running they mouth I got a bidness to run
Now they twiddling thumbs, fixin' their tongue
To put a limit on how big we become, like it's a million to one
Told 'em, "Bitch, I'm the one"
They said, "Over my dead body", consider it done
Killer been on the run, rep the city I'm from
This is capital punishment, that isn't a pun
Heart frigid, I'm numb
Only rubber I use is the grip on the gun 'cause it kick like a drum
Spending militant funds
Civilians with guns, I'm the vigilant one
Vigilante with a pistol being civil to none
Throw shade, I extinguish the sun, I'm as lit as they come
Got 'em like, "Ooh-wee, ooh-shit"
Hopping out two seats, new tints
They be like, "Who's he? New drip"
I be like, "New me, who's this?" What we talking?
[Chorus: Illmac]
Real make moves while the fake watch
No Snapchat when they face swap
Hit the plug up, make him weight-watch
Getting to the bag, that's a cakewalk
Got a crib in the Valley where it stays hot, trust me
Been a few months since a raindrop touched me
Real make moves while the fake watch
Getting to the bag, that's a, that's a cakewalk

[Bridge: Illmac & B. Dot]
Real make moves while the fake watch
I'ma speak the truth to the end
Getting to the bag, that's a cakewalk
Oh my God, this is a problem
Real make moves while the fake watch
All my homies from the bottom
Guns and drugs they really got 'em
Getting to the bag, that's a, that's a cakewalk

[Outro: B. Dot]
I'ma speak the truth to the end
I'ma speak the truth—
I'ma speak the truth—
I'ma speak the truth to the end
I'ma speak the truth—
I'ma speak the truth—
I'ma speak the truth—