16 bars lyrics

I say n*ggas just be actin hard
But they ain't really on sh*t

Sweeter than an apple pie
Treat em like they own b*tch

And i got a long clip
30 shots up in this Glock

Ride em down and round the block
Just so i can catch a opp

Spot a n*gga
Feed the hollows till the doctors get him

God is with him, he in the box
The last time his block a see him

Bullets coming miles per hour
You a think the rock had hit him

And i got that rocket on me
Talking tough

Saying what you about
Then im a spark you homie
The streets is real
It ain’t just rap

n*gga they a talk about it
They ain't even know for that

Oblock b*tch we known to clap
Causing scenes, watching n*ggas bleed

We know to strap
The clip is long the guns is black

Leave a n*gga on his back
Have a n*gga summersault

When he hear that roarin mack

They ask me who i want to be

I told him im in love with rap
I just want my n*ggas back

You want my (soul/song) i give it back
Just to get my n*ggas back