Revenge of the Gang (feat. Lil A.J. x Don-E)

Bitch, I'm coming for your neck Ya hear my name, like ya mom, show it respect You see my team, we don't do too much to flex I hate when niggas fabricate and then pretend They going for the win, this that revenge We the best, was doing shows And rock them hoes all to death We had yo baby mama running out of breath I wanna go to fam and ask him "Where the checks?" But now we grown, I put that shit to rest Look what we had started Now niggas dropping shit like they the hardest I guess somewhere along with time must had forgotten That we niggas from the mud slum apartments That'll drag you through yo motherfuckin' carpet I'm an artist I speak what I only see in my department I speak for only my niggas and any whoever bothered This is just for them crackers Really thinking we bothered Thinking we feel lethargic When really them bitches heartless Nigga to tell the truth These bitches will lie to you Tell granny, mama, and daddy "Don't worry, I got the juice" They know the fucking drill Ain't worried 'bout power tools When coops can come with no roof They blue and coming in twos Nigga this rigor mortise That shit you flush down the toilet Niggas think they supportive When insufficiently funded Bitch I come with no warning This river constantly flowing And when I'm done with recording These niggas ready to forfeit Whoo! I Travel along follow my own path Mind my business I'm my own staff Matter of fact I'm Scotty Pippin with the long pass 'Bout to assist these niggas on some shit that's gon last Toe tags for every instrumental that the Flow snag We at they necks until they throats gag I'm good with words so tell these niggas up they vocabs I need my checks filled up in both bags And I see the debates 'bout who's best When really niggas both trash I sit back and laugh Jotting on my notepad Let's make another hit F*ck it, it's just me and Chris No, we did not use a hook Someone teach us how to fish Someone teach me how to point the fake out like it's counterfeit At first sight, fresh like the first Mike Bitch I'm ballin' Drop some shit and don't know what to call it You stalling' That some shit we do not get involve with BOY! Got them Hornets with me even in New Orleans BOY! They like "A.J. what's the word?" Shit, I can't call it BOY! In this bitch turnt up to the max Rather invest a quick 10 'Fore I trick it off a sac Straight up! I been living my life I been fighting demons facing darkness in the light Got so many reasons why it's hard to steer right 'Bout to lose control now I can't let it go now Never sell my soul now