Victim of the Dope Game

Go and take somebody's ride, nigga it's time to go slide

I only know how to shot, so don't ask me to drive.

You know it's get back time, for our homies who died.

Before the killshot is sent, I wanna look in there eyes.

We in a stolen hellcat, bout to bring hell to these cats.

Who we air tag tracked, all the way to up to Fairfax

Hopping out in all black, facemask and skullcaps

With some shit, that'll just graze you and make ya skull collapse.

Trying to tell my niggas chill, when I can't even relax.

Im still nervous as fuck, trying to win this rematch.

He didn't pay for the dope, so his life was payback?

Could of ended in a fight, instead now I'm a Maniac.

It Doesn't take a brainiac, to understand the dope game

Now we're sharing a dead man's, bloodstained rope chain

And your kids our good, I promise to treat both the same.

Your whole team slid quick like jogging in a bowling lane.

On gang!