[Intro]

Look how far we made it (Look how far we made it)

I just wanna say congratulations (Congratulations)

To all the haters

[Verse 1: Sauce Gohan]

When I die, wonder how many of y'all niggas gonna feel it

When I die, think I need 'bout 5 caskets for my riches

I spit power through my lyrics, we go crazy in that trap house

And let the junkies do their fillin'

Remember we was children

Throwing rocks and cars and breaking in abandoned buildin' (buildings)

Never knew we'd be the stars we are today but look we did it

I bet my granny'd be so proud of me if she'd see me in this Bentley

We came from the trenches

Then walk around the hood I have so many memories (so many memories)

Remember Ms. Gordon store, the old folks store, catfish city, they all empty

I can fly around the whole country but this Chiraq shit is still in me

You can put that lil' ass money up, me and Twinz counted out two fifty

I'm gonna spaz out ridin' two Hemis cause I'm a hood nigga

And you best ride around with two semis up in my hood nigga

Click a Glock 5 get 'em gone in a jiffy

Pull the Glock one more time til the clip empty

Snakes in the grass, niggas ain't getting no pass

Fuck nigga TSL business

[Verse 2: Peso Peso]

TSL mexico, niggas gone run in your house leave you dead in the kitchen

And my shooter screwed up right now

Little nigga get hit but don't die he failed to mention

December 25th, all we got was body wash for Christmas

Can't help but reminisce, I really wish my brother was still with us

I remember I was broke, I ain't even have a penny

Now I'm on 12th St and 5th Ave crawling in a Bentley

I'm in Neiman Marcus shopping and I'm walkin' with a 5th

And I don't give a fuck who he is he play with Julo I'm a kill him

I'm just dripping, I'm just spillin', in the Bentley when we kill him

We gon' throw him in the dyke, same place where we go fishin'

Many rappers not alike, I be mobbin' in the trenches

And my chain is full of ice, while I'm walkin' with my killers

Peso Peso fly like Peter Pan

And I keep me a tool like a handyman

Niggas say my name I ain't play no games I'm coming just like Candyman

I'm in South Park with chopsticks walkin' up [?]

And I'm still scootin up for Kenny Louie finna do the money dance

[Verse 3: Sauce Walka]

Do the money dance

Couldn't get bitches from 'round the corner, now it's hoes in France

Used to be on Bellerive sellin' crack hand-to-hand

Dope fiends kickin' cans, laws watchin' surveillance cams

Big Glocks up in our pants, no Hi-Points, them bitches jam

Way before Instagram, I took pictures with pistols fam

AKs and missiles, fam, ARs with sensors, fam

Made it to the news, I don't glorify it, it's just who I am

Would you protect your bleeding brother's life and pull that pistol blam

Or would you run and leave him left for dead and go post on the 'gram

Safe in arms reach up your fam, yesterday y'all banging brim

Soon as it start going ham, you dropped the ball, NBA Jam

Damn, this the oath niggas committed to

I remember when being a gangsta was sensible

Honorable and milital, regardless of the ridicule

When gettin' a brick was just the beginning, not the pinnacle

But niggas lost they principles

All these trappers ass backwards

Nigga buy a chain before a lawyer and then get firecrackered

Police hit like linebackers, under your car find trackers

Already too late they done broke in like a chiropractor

[Outro: Sauce Walka]

You captured

Oowee

You captured

One time them broke in

Oowee