[Hook: Schoolboy Q] Oh, we might die for this shit nigga Uh, might go down for this shit nigga Gang, gang bangin' that Crip shit
[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q] Niggas said cuz in the first grade In the shade where the cops can't see us Eighteen, tryna dodge the cage It was cool 'til that gang sweep Now I'm in the back of a van And my wrists got a band Got a number for a name No name on the Visa, no card get accepted Now I'm forced to a man Murder raps, where you from? Put the nigga on his pockets Watch the COs, they be watchin' County news for the hustle County spread for the muscle Couple marks on my knuckles Put niggas on bum status Shoulda been with the bitch ass Now he on a mattress, double bench press PC, get the Fruit Loops Keep tellin' on niggas Why I fuck with that nigga? Nigga made bail but I'm still at rage Should I thank God for the hell I raised? Cause the nigga that snitch is gonna feel that grave Ain't nothin' to a locc, huh? Went missin' to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know, huh? They ain't show up to the court, huh? But then charges gotta go, huh? A young nigga back on Fig H-crown on wig Shoe strings say where I'm from On probation and got my gun Other side goin' for that thumb Motherfucker I'm gangbanging