Riley Freeman(RocBloc)

Slanga, where they lookin', they know where we at
I heard it's cold, so the heat, we had to bring it back
Hit it right, left, nah, they ain't into that
It's always fair game, ain't no rules, so remember that

When brother died, I took a trip before I made a song
Shit ain't the same, I ain't knowin' what these niggas on
Writin' lies for a buzz, they had to send him home
Ain't no spin again, we bouncin' out, and if he trip, he gone

Fuck nigga, made himself a target, now he bullseye
Yo mans die because he tried to be the cool guy
Switch it up, try to beat around, we gotta send him up
How y'all niggas sayin' that y'all heavy, but keep gettin' touched

Since ole boy died, y'all been sick as fuck
Better take some notes on how to live and get your chicken up
Don't give a fuck, send him to the grave, I bet y'all miss him, huh
Domino effect, it's repercussions when y'all mention us

In the song say he can't die, now he dead
I know you heard him say, don't let that shit go to your head, sport
Yo mans die, y'all ain't do shit, but drop some diss songs
I'm pissed off, just like his grave, it's gettin' pissed on

Can't cap on none, niggas on clown time, but they mad at us
How is niggas winnin', takin' Ls, that shit not addin' up
The talk is cheap, but in my section, we could back it up
I cause bluff, he ain't got no pole, so now he's backin' up

Roc block, bet they know the name and how I get around
Last boy tried to play the game, he end up lost and found, I'm startin' up
If he get tough, tell Swayze, act him down
They callin' phones, but in real life, ain't shit to talk about

Walkin' out, caught a fake shot, ID, locked him out
How y'all gettin' played, then turn to rappers, what is that about
Lil' Uzi, vert, your friends are dead, so let's talk about it
Niggas talkin' all this get back, but aint never got it