My district has too much drillers
Like who wants it? Like who wants war with Sydney's realest?
They talk that talk on gas but them boys they ain't got no triggers
They act like they in trenches but them boys ain't got no diggers
Like Spot the DifferenceOneFour, we still active, we still earching
If I ain't out there in the field cuz, then I guarantee I am working
My crew still in the trap, flippin' packs, this and that
Heard there's runners here in my hood
How can they run lad, without tax?
And if we're talking scores, hashtag facts
Like who got robbed at Cat's?
Try coming down on them trains lad
You get sent home on them tracks
J_EMZ took that triple out with a stick (Hoo, hoo)
Jump out gang cuz and we smoked him like a spliff
H-How can I call them opps? (Ay)
How can I call them opps? (How can I?)
They run off and leave their friends
For dead, more like a bunch of dogs (Woof)
No way I can be like them
I got my bros like Drake & Josh (My brothers)
And all this talk about smoke, how come none of my men been shot?
Not one of my men been got
Got no hesitation (none)
I ride or die for my block (Of course)
These critics claim that we fakin' it
But won't live a day in my socks (No way)
I was on the streets since fifteen tryna force a shiv on these opps
Earching everyday on them dogs
Like who really wants to get got? (Who?)Can't affiliate with a friend of an opp, that bridge gets burnt
One them youngins took that trip and
Phoned our line saying
