Big gold ring when you see my fist
It’s no thing, Imma be like this
Middle of the street, Imma leave right quick
These chickadee niggas want a fly like this
Been a bad nigga, Imma die like this
Akin to The Gods, killer Gemini, ‘96
Cyanide pills for eyes
What I see I kill
On the bright side of things
I’m way too real
Started cruisin' down the ave doin' sixty knots
Now they won't leave us alone, they think the gang is hot
Then somebody came along and took my parking spot
So I paved my paradise into a parking lot
Long nights with the bros
Takin' trips, doin' shows
Livin' life, you know we blowin' this cash now
Been gettin' to it, tryna make me some Ms
I'm trappin' hard and doin' verses, boutta build me a stash house
As a child, I always knew I'd be rich
I started rappin', now I'm poppin', got 'em doin' my dance now
When I die, bury me in some cash
'Cause money never change, I'm tryna go to heaven with bands now
Started cruisin' down the ave doin' sixty knots
Now they won't leave us alone, they think the gang is hot
Then somebody came along and took my parking spot
So I paved my paradise into a parking lot
I'll see you around like a merry-go
Burying the things I was scary of
Staring at the waves when the air is cold
I keep tellin' myself, I keep tellin' myself
I'll see you around like a merry-go
Burying the things I was scary of
Staring at the waves when the air is cold
I keep tellin' myself, I keep
I’ll make a way when my bands up
I just been lightin' the trees up
Think of the future and tense up
My Brodie tell me to ease up
My girl a treat, Imma eat her
Thoughts of my brother’ll sneak up
I get a pair of my sneakers
I hit the street, fuck my knees up
Free all of my bros on the road
These streets made a savage, our hearts turned so cold
My glizzy stay tucked, that’s on soul
Can’t let no police try to take me, oh no
I’m back in the Chi with my bro
The Young God and Glizzy, you know how we roll
Forever gon’ step for K.O.
Only countin’ C-notes, see the blues on my roll
Packin’ the truck with the load
I’m back wi’ my brother
They know that we up next fasho
And that’s no cap on my dome
These niggas dracula, tell ‘em get back, you too close
I get the potion, the rum the and soda
They know we holding my brodie a solider
I put my hand on the Bible and flow
I’m colder than ice, I might slide on the road
Right hand on my pole
I pray the Lord for my soul
I did me some shit that I can’t tell nobody
That’s why I can’t fuck with these hoes
These niggas be hatin’ and schemin’ and plottin’
I peep that they’re rats on the low
Fuck 12 and fuck all these niggas
That’s hatin’ on me ‘cause they broke
credits
released September 4, 2020
written and performed by TYGKO, Loh Glizzy, and Cam Stacey
produced, mixed, and mastered by Cam Stacey
original photo for cover by Harry Green
cover illustrated by Cam Stacey
