Ain’t no blood, but we brothers in the field
Chrome on the dash, still ridin’ for the real
Lost some dogs, tears iced up on the grille
If you starvin’, I split, that’s part of the deal
Hundred racks in the bag, but I’m clutchin’ the steel
Coulda folded, stayed solid, that’s part of the thrill
Voice of the youngins, them scars never heal
If them judges hit the cell, I’ma pay the appeal
Laugh now, cry later, the pain in my eyes
Post on the block with the same slimes
Forever, my brother, we one of a kind
If it costs me it all, I ain’t switchin’ sides