[Intro]
(Ayo, Quantich, run them bands up)
(Ayo, Ran, turn that up)
Keep going straight, at the end of the block, make a left
Alright, alright, turn your lights off, it's that house right there
Park up, we gon' knock three times, if no one there, we bouncing in
Alright, you ready? Pass me my mask
Put your gloves on, fool
Come on, come on
Ready? One, two, three, mmm
[Verse 1]
Started knocking niggas' doors, I got tired of being bummy
We was broke, we was struggling for money
I wanted it so bad, pick the house and had to study
We was fiendin' for a lick, if his spot dog, then I'm a junky
Had to drag it out the mud, my nigga, we wasn't lucky
On my side, it get cold, every day it get ugly
It was stormin' every day, prayin' why it ain't sunny
It was time to make a change, bro, this shit wasn't funny
I couldn't sleep good at night, I was way too hungry
Next morning, I woke up, bro, I needed some money
So it went like this, we really knock three times
Heart was pumpin' real fast, I ain't even gon' lie
Hit the door, it came down with a couple of tries
Now we up in the house, pray to God that I pass
The homie looking for some jewelry, I'm looking for cash
And if we do find a safe, then that shit getting smashed
[Interlude]
Check the closet, nigga
Boom, right there, take the whole jewelry box
Check the pockets, nigga, they be leaving shit in there too
Ayy, help me lift this bed up
Fuck, there ain't shit in this damn house
Alright, come on, next room
Ayy, where the attic at? They have shit in there too
[Verse 2]
This the shit we had to do just so we could maintain
I fell in love with 211s when I took my first chain
I had to rob and pop niggas just to earn us a name
We was tired of being broke, every day in the rain
I look my brothers in the eyes, I could only see pain
Hit the field, take a chance, anything for a plate
Always been a real nigga, if I eat, then you wait
I told my niggas, "Just hold on, I swear we gon' be straight"
But for now, we're stuck flockin', so it's time to suit up
You poppin' like you outside, but you really booed up
We screaming fuck a nine-to-five, give it up or get hit
I ain't tryna punch a clock, I'd rather go hit a lick
Everything I ever owned, I got that shit with a stick
Since a youngin, always knew one day, l'd be rich
If it ain't trapping or scamming, then I'm taking a risk
'Cause we hated feeling stuck and everyone getting chipped
I hate the struggle, but I love it 'cause it made me the coldest
Ripped clothes, no food, I was feeling so hopeless
Tough times really made me, I was alone at my lowest
If you were stuck in my position, bro for sure would've folded
I was sleeping on the floor with the mices and roaches
I been thuggin' on the block, my niggas told me stay focused
But I'm caught up in the streets, forever keeping it loaded
Taught to keep a hammer close and never fear my opponent
Now a nigga next up in case your dumb ass didn't notice
I was really down bad, but it was just for a moment
Won every battle that I fought, now I know that I'm chosen
Opp niggas want war, but I know that they joking
I ain't a rapper, when it's time, my niggas know that I'm goin'
Stop posting guns like you poppin', we all know you ain't blowin'
Sucka side turnt down, when it's time, they all chokin'
Yeah, when it's time, they all chokin'
[Outro]
Alright, put everything in the bags, nigga, let's get up outta here
We wastin' way too much time
Come on, it's this way
Wait, what the fuck?
Hold on, shh
You hear that?
Nah, what the fuck?
Oh shit, 12
Ayy, let's get out the back
Through the back, through the back
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Jump this wall, jump this wall right here
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Keep running, keep running, come on
This way, this way, this way
PC 459 was written by Peysoh.
PC 459 was produced by Quantich & Ran (Producer).