Mainline

[Verse 1: P4K]
Put some juice on my water, I let the lean stand
Pop a Perc, clutching on this Glock that’s in my right hand
Got a nigga watching out for dumb-time, I'm leaning
And we gon' catch up with them busters we ain't fucking with
Sending shots at the sucker side, you be ducking with
Still ain't never turned down no fades, I be running shit
Just a little bust down fit that I'm jogging in
Sad said that nigga a buster, he ain't loggin in
It's sad these niggas be strolling in the county and be calling in
Nigga get to talking out his neck, them reps can get it too
Thunder dorm Troop from MCJ down to Wayside
Nigga can't tell me I wasn't walking down that mainline
MCJ 4700, I'ma bang mine
Squabblеd up, we thunder after showеrs on that mainline
Throwing up that big ass Jungles I'ma die behind

(Verse 2: Top5ive)
Road running up in the field, I'm out here paper chasing
Mama looked me dead in the eye like “son you gone make it”
Same young niggas, yeah we something like the big 3
Still ain't update the resume, get away from me
Been down for too long yeah I want them greater things
I want big Benz and private jets but that ain't great to me
I rather fly my family out of state nigga worry-free
My niece asked me if I’m famous, I told her “probably”
Section 8 living with Moms struggling but she made it happen
Christmas coming up, I want the J's, I should’ve stacked it
Ducking dodging CRASH, hit the gates, shit I could’ve stashed it
Sometimes I think to myself I should’ve skipped them classes
Audubon hallways, we always used to get it bracking
Teacher calling Mom’s phone like why your son always absent
She asked me where I been, in the streets trying to make it happen
I guess I'm seeing greater things, man I gotta have it

(Verse 3: Big Sad 1900)
On the set, claiming like its that
Then I'm that nigga
Chased him down, caught up he ran
He was a fat nigga
Leave the court, catch him in the tank
We gone max niggas
Running four fades, roll them up
We gon pack niggas
Chilling with my baby mamas
Playing with my kids
Caught up in this life
I’m sending bitches straight to Fig
That little niggas smoked
Can't speak on what we did
He was living like a hoe
And he died still a bitch

(Verse 4: 5Much)
I dropped two perkies in my Fanta, it’s just not enough
And you ain't trying to hop in here with gang cuz we got Glocks and stuff
Heart broke, watch me pour this pain inside this coffee cup
Jungle Stones and Gangsters to the top and you ain't stopping us
Smoking Cookie & Wasabi, I'm with Big Sad
Plotted on Hundred Hundred, that’s a big bag
Bossed up on my ex bitch, now that bitch mad
I know y'all niggas nutting in her now I just slid pass

(Verse 5: Big Sad 1900)
Crack it off and go straight to the hole
Buried my little nigga, that shit fucked with my soul
DP'ing niggas, how you trooping with no code?
Coming like 03, never bend, never fold
Chuck my fingers in the air, I throw gang signs
Boy you seen yellows, you ain't never seen that mainline
Suck my dick then she get to calling you on facetime
Popped the Scrap up, he ain't tripping he gone take mine

(Verse 6: Slumlord Trill)
I walk in the dorm and peel
They like he banged out
The enemies hood’s id tatted
And they whacked out
Straight to that back for fades
We gonna rack bunks
I took on 5 men for 1-on-1
I'm 5 much
I ain't turning nothing down
Don’t care if niggas sized up
It’s a baby stone thing
Tell them niggas that they time up
We the reason niggas go funerals to tend' to
We the reason all the op’s boos scared to come through
We the reason why your hood scared to hang out
Niggas yelling he was in country turning fades down
I asked about you
All your homies, they laugh about you
If you ain't never slid you can't stand around me
If you ain't fully active I can't do no song with you
My baby stones burnt, they turned the jungle to a zoo
August to the park, we gonna squabble we gonna shoot
We gonna slide and double back and kick your candles over too