[Intro: 2Eleven]
Shit, n***a, everything I rap about
N***a, be some real life shit, n***a
I can't just make this shit up like this
You feel me, though?
Don Alfonso

[Chorus: Quincy White]
The city we been weeping through it (Skrr)
The money we been getting to it (Racks)
This shit ain't really [?] to do it
Run it up, then we runnin' through it
I just made another play
I just made another play
N***as talking about they bag
Yeah, I'm on the way scoring off this hustle
Hit that [?] for another play (Deuce)

[Verse 1: 2Eleven]
Ever since them bags came, bitches want my last name
N***as got the mad face, 'cause they still in last place
N***a I be bracking on a bad day, scored on my last play
If you ain't got no monеy, bitch you need to go that way
Rent a car, trafficking trap king
They try to bury me, thеy know I'm a [?]
My n***as havin' paper shoot a thousand on a [?]
Now Deuce Eleven from the neighbors, fuck a rap name
My n***a I ain't come to flex, I'm here to motivate
Introduced her to my n***as, she a throwaway
If that bag right [?]
Shoot that deposit in a [?], bitch I'm on the way
Yeah, I be quarterback in place like I'm Tom Brady
Even when it's forfeit, naw baby
I wanna find out what these jealous n***as mad at
In the streets y'all whole life ain't got a [?]
[Chorus: Quincy White & Freddie Gibbs]
The city we been weeping through it (Skrr)
The money we been getting to it (Racks)
This shit ain't really [?] to do it (Nah)
Run it up, then we runnin' through it (Woo)
I just made another play (Yeah)
I just made another play (Yeah, yeah)
N***as talking about they bag
Yeah, I'm on the way scoring
Hit that [?] for another play

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
The city we be [?] through it

My n***a

Ever since the gas came, n***as wanna blast Cane
'Cause I don't suck no ass or suck no dick
I push a button on a dash [?]
'Cause Babyface Gangsta from the same fuck a rap name
N***a, fuck a rap beef, we don't do the social [?]
I came about the jail
My cocaina credit score eight one, I treat my smokers right
It's Freddie Gandolfini, n***as can’t fade me on and off the mic
And I be with them Vice Lords, Blood n***as, red raggin', toe taggin'
Flags tied up to the front grill of the G Wagon
Everytime I spit, it's another chip off the whole brick
Tommy The Clown n***as was crump dancin’ in 06
[Chorus: Quincy White]
The city we been weeping through it (Skrr)
The money we been getting to it (Racks)
This shit ain't really [?] to do it
Run it up, then we runnin' through it (Woo)
I just made another play (Woo)
I just made another play (Woo)
N***as talking about they bag
Yeah, I'm on the way scoring [?]
Hit that [?] for another play