[Intro: Quilly]

Feel good, don't nobody touch the heat either



[Verse 1: Quilly]

When it really come down to it

You don't really wanna go through it

I'll put a check on your head, I'll tell my shooter "just do it"

You don't wanna beef; 5 Guys

Put some Chicken on your head; Popeyes

What's a walk down to a drive by?

Put the pound to you; no high five

On your roof like satellite WIFI

Have niggas' sleepin' on your crib nigga

Lawyer paid off, I'ma beat the case

Hungry lil' nigga that'll eat the plate

Ruth Chris, boy, you're lookin' like Steak

Shooters on go, never heard of breaks

Whats attempt murder to a murder case?

All my niggas' boosting up the murder rate

My youngins' don't read or write, but they squeeze on sight

For that cheese, alright?

Got a fiend, all white, bring me green all night

Got a fiend, all black, on the first, get a stack

If we go to court, you're the first one to rat

MAC wit the ladder, be the first one to clap

Street credit good, nigga, you can check the stat

Paperwork clean, I was never into that

And, you was never into this, hatin' ass niggas

Said I never would be rich

"Talk about the pain", hold up, let me reminisce

How I owe you? You ain't never give me shit

Now I'm makin' all hits; won't miss

Now, I got a full stomach, full clip

Michael Jordan on the mic; no bullshit

Hope you never forget, I will never forfeit

Gold on the grill but the (?)

This the type of flow to put the house on the hill

Live by the street rule; kill or be killed

I'ma get it in, Inshallah; Lord will

Know a couple hood niggas' that'll ride for me

Uptown niggas', put you in the sky for me

Got that 57 sittin' on the side of me

And, I would never sing, quiet as a Library

No stop signs, all green lights, tuck a nigga in, help him sleep tight

I remember times, I ain't eat nights, sleep nights

You don't know about this street life



[Chorus: PNB Rock] (2x)

All of my niggas, we came from the bottom

Don't play wit my niggas, we play wit them choppers

100 in the drum, bitch, you better run

We ain't gotta aim, cock it, and, we spray

Take your life away, who gonna stop us?