[Intro: Young Rhyme]
\nAyo, let's go
\nYeah, yeah
\n
\n[Chorus: Young Rhyme & G Herbo]
\nI don’t give a fuck what these clowns gotta say
\nHad to take my shot, ain’t no time for delay
\nNeed a hundred racks stuffed in the safe
\nOnly real ones rollin’ with me in the Wraith
\nAin’t no friends in this game, just snakes
\nGotta watch your back, these fools will betray
\nCatch ‘em slippin’, we ain’t playin’ today
\nYoungins jumpin' out vans with the K
\nSeen my homies switch, turned to snakes
\nSaw ‘em tellin’ lies, that’s a mistake
\nI know God got plans, but it’s hard to stay straight
\nWant the smoke, put a bag on your face
\nBet he’ll learn quick, we don’t play
\n
\n[Verse 1: G Herbo]
\nI was movin’ packs in the trap line
\nStreets respect me, fuck a cosign
\nWhere we bang hard, keep a tool by my side
\nEarn your stripes, you ain’t shit without a nine
\nI’ll let it loose when it’s go-time
\nLost my bro back in ’14, that was prime
\nSeen these lames fold, they won’t ride
\nWanna see you smile, one more time
\nHeart’s wrecked, man, I’ve had enough
\nDon’t wanna hear more lies, that’s tough
\nA lot of niggas lost their heads, caught up in this shit
\nI’ll be damned if I let ‘em smoke mine
\nTold my girl that I’ll shine
\nGot my cash up, pullin’ up in that X7
\nOn the road, the whip flyin’
\nMoney, power, fame, got these bitches blind
\nFake vibes all around, love feelin' weird
\nFuck the opps, wish my real ones were here
\nWe got no remorse, sendin’ slugs for the tears
\nGot my back to the wall, and my trust disappeared
\n
\n[Chorus: Young Rhyme & G Herbo]
\nI don’t give a fuck what these clowns gotta say
\nHad to take my shot, ain’t no time for delay
\nNeed a hundred racks stuffed in the safe
\nOnly real ones rollin’ with me in the Wraith
\nAin’t no friends in this game, just snakes
\nGotta watch your back, these fools will betray
\nCatch ‘em slippin’, we ain’t playin’ today
\nYoungins jumpin' out vans with the K
\nSeen my homies switch, turned to snakes
\nSaw ‘em tellin’ lies, that’s a mistake
\nI know God got plans, but it’s hard to stay straight
\nWant the smoke, put a bag on your face
\nBet he’ll learn quick, we don’t play
\n
\n[Verse 2: Young Rhyme]
\nI been through hell, seen it all
\nMade it out, now I’m ready to ball
\nMoney stackin’ high, gotta build it tall
\nIf you do it right, then it’ll never fall
\nAin’t got time to waste, gotta stand tall
\nWhen I hit the scene, best believe I’ll ball
\nBefore you can walk, you gotta crawl
\nClaimin’ you gang, I don’t recall
\nGotta keep my team tight
\nEvery one of my boys on go when I give the green light
\nWe run the scene right
\nShooters right here, boy, what’s the fight?
\nSavage life, I don’t play nice
\nI know they checkin’ my glizzy, it’s tight
\nNo more scheme life
\nMoney in my pockets, designer jeans tight
\nGotta eat now
\nMom’s proud, her son’s on his feet now
\nBringin’ the heat now
\nFor ’22, we shutting these streets down
\nYoung Rhyme a beast now
\nGot in my bag, now watch us feast now
\nI mean this from deep down
\nDon’t try to rob me, just keep it low-key now
\n
\n[Chorus: Young Rhyme]
\nI don’t give a fuck what these clowns gotta say
\nHad to take my shot, ain’t no time for delay
\nNeed a hundred racks stuffed in the safe
\nOnly real ones rollin’ with me in the Wraith
\nAin’t no friends in this game, just snakes
\nGotta watch your back, these fools will betray
\nCatch ‘em slippin’, we ain’t playin’ today
\nYoungins jumpin' out vans with the K
\n
\n[Outro: Young Rhyme]
\nYeah, yeah
\nNo, no
\nAyo, let’s go
\nWe don’t play, we don’t play
\nGang, gang, gang\n\n
