[Chorus]
Will we make it off the Roxys? (Jose the Plug)
Will my niggas make it off the rock?
It's a weapon when you from the streets and know you conscious
We set up spots 'cause when you lose a case, it ain't no option
If I give up, I'm gon' be sellin' out of drop
My niggas see me sellin' out the Fox
Bro facin' sixty, he really only out here livin' for his child
I miss my Auntie Melia, I be picturing her smile
[Verse 1]
They pocket watchin', watch these niggas' eyes when you be countin'
My mama say I'm gettin' too important, I got watchmen
I was on the road and young as hell, that shit ain't never scare me
My mama know I'm livin' in these streets, I ain't no weight to carry
Brodie say you waitin' to get caught if you stationary
The shit that I be talkin' in my songs a ghetto sanctuary
Both of your dead homies, they got touched by the same fairy
Bro'll kill you for the Alpo like he Wayne Perry
We got problems with the same people, the difference, I don't fear 'em
They hate me in a room I ain't in and I still feel 'em
We be in the hood collecting guns like we made to kill
All my niggas soldiers, hardbody like we made of steel
These hoes gon' be fuckin' anyway, so I let 'em live
They don't fuck with you because you finished, Jesus, take the wheel
Lil D baby need a sealed one
Little from the West, but shoot more than Saint Cecilia
All I do is trap, need to live more
Done rained in every one, we got clubs like Happy Gilmore
You just can't come trappin' up in Michigan, we pill-based
Hit a quarter brick, but we got doggy we can still take
You can't take nothin' that I done invented
They say the blicky hit his Solomon Temple
Dog caught a case and wrote more than a Kindle
We a hundred bands up from Marauders and rentals
[Chorus]
Will we make it off the Roxys? (Jose the Plug)
Will my niggas make it off the rock?
It's a weapon when you from the streets and know you conscious
We set up spots 'cause when you lose a case, it ain't no option
If I give up, I'm gon' be sellin' out of drop
My niggas see me sellin' out the Fox
Bro facin' sixty, he really only out here livin' for his child
I miss my Auntie Melia, I be picturing her smile
[Verse 2]
Why you think I'm hoppin' in my bag? They been shoppin' lately
Twenty years I'm facin' for this bag if it get confiscated
I can see a lil' small town and think it got potential
You can't even come and get a gram if you ain't got credentials
You can't even hit me at the trap if you don't show no Benjis
Ran through eight hundred V12s and I ain't show no engine
My lil' niggas go and buy they Glocks and hit 'em with the lemon
Them niggas know to never bust off twelve, they got thirty stickin'
You know what's real? Hate when niggas kill you and don't want your knot
Lil' bitch, I sold so many grams, I'm finna save the spot
Lil' boy, we press so many grams, you can save them squats
My white boy be rushin' for the M's like he J.J. Watt
Whole month, I ain't touch a dog, I sold four more blocks
Already lovin' 2020, Reek ain't on no cot
Brodie doin' ten for the dog, he took thirty rods
Nigga, don't be playin' on that road, I told him thirty times
[Chorus]
Will we make it off the Roxys? (Jose the Plug)
Will my niggas make it off the rock?
It's a weapon when you from the streets and know you conscious
We set up spots 'cause when you lose a case, it ain't no option
If I give up, I'm gon' be sellin' out of drop
My niggas see me sellin' out the Fox
Bro facin' sixty, he really only out here livin' for his child
I miss my Auntie Melia, I be picturing her smile
