[Chorus: Big Hit & The Game]
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
A hundred n***as knocked out, a hundred racks made
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
Couple Ms for my son, had the track made

[Verse 1: The Game]
Mason jar with the Branson in it
Two-tone Maybach, look like I spent a n***a whole advancement in it
New York bars on a Compton n***a
Mobbin' through Laguardia, he back and this time, he brought a monster with him
Big Hit on some big hits, poppin' big shit
Rag brighter than the lady gremlin lipstick
Right pocket on some opposite-of-Crip shit
Stuff half and let the rest bleed like my wrist slit
Land of the misfits
Where we never miss a court date, but we miss Nеighborhood Nip's shit
If I ain't bangin' this shit, I'm bangin' his shit
Hit produced it, I wrote it, and n***a, we ain't mix shit
And I'm still in thе streets with it
Somewhere between the 105 in the middle of the beef with it
Eat with it, sleep with it
Point me out in a lineup, yup, he did it

[Chorus: Big Hit & The Game]
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
A hundred n***as knocked out, a hundred racks made
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
Couple Ms for my son, had the track made
[Verse 2: Big Hit & The Game]
Told Game just gimme the sign, just point him out and he gon' die
I'm rushin' n***as like rushers, L-Gang, fuck repercussions
N***a, it's nothin', I'll sock you out, stomp you out, knock you out
Max you out like a stolen credit card, n***a
What's happenin'? P the Rollie, blood, leave the Rollie
Cleats to his face, n***a, meet the goalie
His n***a ran up, then I stole him
On PDL, 'bout to bleed 'em, homie
Nah, blood, I ain't cut, but I'm cut like that
L-Gang, n***a bust, I'ma bust right back
I keep one in the chamber 'til I'm the one in the chamber
Like the beats on the rest of this album, n***a, we bangers

[Chorus: Big Hit & The Game]
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
A hundred n***as knocked out, a hundred racks made
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
Couple Ms for my son, had the track made