38 Spesh & Ché Noir & RJ Payne
38 Spesh & Ty Farris & ElCamino
38 Spesh & Rain910 & Fred the Godson
38 Spesh & Daniel Son (CAN) & Rome Streetz
38 Spesh & Black Geez & Eto
38 Spesh & Musolini & Flee Lord
38 Spesh & Street Justice & Rasheed Chappell
38 Spesh & Jai Black & Jamal Gasol
38 Spesh & Grafh & Cory Gunz
38 Spesh & Flashius Clayton & Planet Asia
38 Spesh & G4 Jag & Ampichino
38 Spesh & Hus KingPin & Rim Da Villin
38 Spesh & Conway the Machine & Benny the Butcher
[Verse 1: Jai Black]
Uh, coke dreams overnight
Dope floor I was woke, though, the things that I like
Papi showed me a boatload, a seat on the flight
Throw his ass in a chokehold with strings from the Nikes
Knock a nigga teeth out, rob him at the weed house
Money on the wood, he’ll be good, let him bleed out
My kindness kill me, can’t kill me with kindness
If they don’t bang in the vein, they fill up they sinus
Niggas ain’t as real as they mamas, that’s ER
Next room triage, heading to trauma
I shoot first, secondary I sell ‘ye
The hustle legendary, getting it the Cartel way
They put me on a cross and threw thorns in my crown
The heavy metal shoot a nigga doors to the ground
We was getting work when no more was around
Tell them niggas from yesterday, look forward to now
Yeah, robberies, bare faces
Crack or suppress hunger, fed cases
Spot rushes bred patience
The fortunate is the one who the lead grazes
Never be the one to bred changes
We can trade places, getting lifted in the staircases
[Verse 2: Jamal Gasol]
Ayo, when I come in town, the best smoke around
The best dope around, oh, you know me now
I’m tryin’ to get ahead
A couple phone calls ‘cause I need the extra bread
Topped off on the Bentley Spur with lil’ pretty in the hood
You ain’t hear the M yet? Looking silly in the hood
How you ain’t making nothing when there’s plenty in the hood?
Nothing changed, man, still Team I-Wish-a-Nigga-Would
Backblocks, moving hard rock out the tube socks
Type of risk get you sent to Comstock
I can shake a con block, feel like Hiroshima when the bomb drop
Niggas coming back and we ain’t ask for that
Huh, got a trap with all scales and no cell phones
The Airbnb take you right to Melrose
A lot of these rap niggas is frail
They get on tracks rapping about my life to get sales
Put ‘em in my shoes and I bet they gon’ tell
Wouldn’t last an hour in the [?] County jail