B.O.S

[Verse]
For what it’s worth, I put in work until my heart stops
Grinding til we get it, I’m on my pivot, like it’s hardtop
Brothers of the struggle, we had to hustle packs up in these streets
Since we was claiming CLG, we knew exactly who we’d be
Gangstas from the turf, don’t let my feats define my worth
How many times did I get knocked down and rose up from the dirt
Standing taller than before, no one to call except my bro
So when it’s time, I’ll lay my life upon the line and that’s fasho
In 4 seaters, .44 heaters, we spinning through
Hit my youngin wit a pack, he brought it back like give me two
The only thing we knew, playing the hands that we were dealt
Folks saw his momma in a casket, can’t imagine how that felt
Months after he got shot, remember posted at his spot
You couldn’t find a dollar on me, told me, anything I got you got
So believe me when I say, until this day that been my nigga
Even though we grow apart, you know I’m still riding wit ya
All the same fa me and mine, this bond a, stand the test of time
We’ll get into it every week, but nothing come between the guys
Nuskii that’s my lil brother, I swear I see a younger me
Tre and Skiinny, them the G’s I call on them, they call on me
Que got em on demand, and Tramaine that’s my right hand
Alot of names I couldn’t say but if you knew you’d understand
What it takes fa us, can’t make this up, come learn the game from a nigga
A lots to gain when yo aim is to be a, Deuce Mobb nigga (come on)
Put in work until my heart stops
Grinding til we get it, I’m on my pivot, like it’s hardtop
Brothers of the struggle, we had to hustle packs up in these streets
Since we was claiming CLG, you knew exactly who we’d be

[Outro]
From eastside to each side nigga, since eastside nigga
The Mafia