B.Dot:

You niggas aint fucking w the squad though
Put that on my mom bro
When it come to writing rhymes every lines intertwined and designed w the God flow
Don’t get hit w a bomb though
I couldn’t miss a shot w my eyes closed
I’m good w the point like Rondo or get hit w a Two Piece- that’s a combo
Nigga, all my homies from the bottom, guns and drugs they really got em
See the opps and they spot em, best believe they probably shot em
Oh my god this is a problem
Oh my lord this is an issue
Hand my grandmama some tissue
She said “no weapon that is formed against you”
I said “Grandmama Jesus allowed the hood to have pistols” (true story)
So I’m switching up the flow ‘cause I can
To let u niggas know I’m the man
U don’t understand what the cocaine epidemic did to my fam
When u take the lid off a can
After you done heated it & beated it & mistreated it
& Best believe anything that u see in it to degrees will be damned
Damaged goods- so understand the hood next time u try to critique who I am
I’m tap dancing on the beat so anything that I think
Ima make sure it bleeds through the pen
Get a scope, come see through my lens
I’m yelling out Free all my friends
And making sure they never go again
I’ma speak the truth to the end
And fuck whoever that we gon offend
LSC-

HOOK-
Real make moves while the fake watch
No snapchat when they face swap
hit the plug up, make em weight watch
Gettin 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 rain drop touched me
Real make moves while the fake watch
Gettin to the bag that's a, that’s a cake walk


Illmac:
Its Fuck 12 i got the case dropped
My homie PC Did 2 1/2 yrs state prop
Just for selling trees, now dispensaries on the same block, damn
Shit dont stop like the drug war, Every other block got a drug store,
aint a uproar,
the walkin dead, the whole city a slum, while they runnin they mouth i got a business to run
Now they Twiddlin thumbs, fixin their tongue to put a limit how big wed become like its a million to one
Told Em “Bitch, I’m the one”,
they said “Over My Dead body!” -consider it done,
Killa, been on the run n rep the city im from
this is capital punishment that isnt a pun
Heart frigid im numb,
only rubber I use is the grip on the gun cause it kick like a drum
Spendin Militant funds- civilians w guns, im the vigilant one
vigilante w a pistol being civil to none
Throw shade I extinguish the sun im as lit as they come
Got em like oooh weee, oooh shit,
Hoppin out 2 seats, new tints
They be like whos he? New drip
I be like New Me, who’s thiis?
What we talkin?


HOOK-
Real make moves while the fake watch
No snapchat when they face swap
hit the plug up, make em weight watch
Gettin 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 rain drop touched me
Real make moves while the fake watch
Gettin to the bag that's a, that’s a cake walk