Mission Statement (feat. Young Yousef, Linden Vo & Russell Redd)

So what you niggas wanna do? What you niggas wanna do? Tryna put on for my city, tryna put on for my crew I got shorties tryna hit me, but that shit ain't nothing new And the gang is always with me, and you know we rocking blue Who is you? Bitch I slid up out the womb with a motherfucking tool Nigga test me, I'ma move, it ain't shit to break the rules All my niggas do is win, we don't really ever lose You with us or you with them? It ain't really hard to choose I leave a lethal dose of poison in my pen when I write bars So I apologize for any damage I might cause Sike dog, I’ll f*ck around and body the mic dog Night y’all, they sleeping, I'ma show 'em the hype dog Roof ain’t really moving, keep forgetting the top gone Running through your team like this was Madden, I'm Marshawn Heart's gone and I’m committing murder a lot I hope they find a place in heaven for the beats that I rock You are only judged By the company you keep I can't be no rookie Cause I stay with the elites Never overlook me Bitch I'm steady packing heat You ain't ready, ask my team You can't f*ck with my steez I leave some ether in your ear it have you stuck in awe I’m hitting everything, I told you I'ma bucket dog She just want a wedding ring, f*ck it I'ma cuffer dog Brodie used to cut it soft, I think that shit rubbing off Lil bitch don’t get comfortable, might f*ck around and cut ya off I can’t be your gyro babygirl, I’m never subbing dog Blunts and all bitch, I’m super faded Came from the bottom of the basement, how we underrated I got solvents for them problems you causing You out of pocket And my brodie got the rocket, he don't really f*ck with talking Coming from the bottom, I ain't into being modest I'm tryna cop that designer, put it in my momma closet Dollars, I gotta get 'em, I gotta make them deposits Flowing colder than oceans, I'm hoping I'm making commas Presence is well respected, my blessings is feeling endless Messages well accepted, I ain't worried 'bout the drama, on momma You are only judged By the company you keep I can't be no rookie Cause I stay with the elites Never overlook me Bitch I'm steady packing heat You ain't ready, ask my team You can't f*ck with my steez