text: I got a real demeanor 
  Roll up the cookie, we love to smoke reefer
  Fuck what you heard, it aint cheaper to keep her
  I always stay fresh like Im fresh out the cleaners 
   V neck, used to rock a wife beater 
  Step on a Leer and I pour up a liter 
  I used to go shopping at on Peter 
  Now I drip sauce, I done jumped off the meter 
  Im always gon keep me a heater 
  Im always gon sit back, count up with my feet up 
  Count up some racks bottom look like a cheetah
  And I want 10 thousand dollars a feature
  My bro get a slice of the pizza 
  If Nechie get hungry, you know Ima feed em
  We rock with them choppers and rock with them 
   hood, we got stripes like Adidas
  You get the whole clip if you want it 
  I wanna look up and see my opponent
  All of that sucker shit, we dont condone it 
  You niggas aint living, you live for the moment 
  That shit that you did, we done done it 
  We sellin out shows and you still gettin fronted 
  I want you to talk tough when I see you in public 
  I set you up, get you whacked for the money
  Oh no, cant turn my back on the bro 
  Oh no, cant turn my back on the bro 
  Oh no, cant turn my back on the bro 
  Oh no, cant turn my back on the bro 
  Cant turn my back on the bro 
  We get that pack by the low 
  My loc cook the crack on the stove 
  Aint no more crackin the code 
  We sell that pack til it gone 
  All of this shit gon be sold 
  I do this shit for my woes 
  You know its bros over hoes 
  I come from the trenches, Im winning 
  Everything that I got on be trending 
  I be watching these niggas pretending 
  He gon come round me tryna be friendly 
  Used to be on the ave sellin rocks 
  I kept a Draco and a Glock 
  They tried to kill so they get popped
  Thank the Lord that I got off that block 
  Ill take a flight right overseas 
  Thank the haters cause they wanted to seize 
  Im ridin on Rodeo Drive with the top down so you know I feel breeze 
  Im back at the Cleveland Ave on a light day with some trousers on 
  I got so much tricks up my sleeve, the bitch think I played on Home Alone 
  You get in my way and you bound to get lost 
  I come out the house and Im drippin in sauce
  The whole neighborhood gonna hear my exhaust
  Since I was a youngin, I been a young boss
  Dont turn your back on your bro for a ho 
  Cause they be the same ho that send them fours
  And have your ass down bad lookin broke 
  Oh no, cant turn my back on the bro 
  Oh no, cant turn my back on the bro 
  Oh no, cant turn my back on the bro 
  Oh no, cant turn my back on the bro 
  Cant turn my back on the bro 
  We get that pack by the low 
  My loc cook the crack on the stove 
  Aint no more crackin the code 
  We sell that pack til it gone 
  All of this shit gon be sold 
  I do this shit for my woes 
  You know its bros over hoes 
  Oh no, cant turn my back on the bro 
  Oh no, cant turn my back on the bro 
  Oh no, cant turn my back on the bro 
  Oh no, cant turn my back on the bro