Lyrics
When a man has power, he has enemies
Enemies yes I understand that but as my friends be my enemies
From now on you have followers and you have competitors
That is the great time of the world
Yeah, I work to see Heaven
Swear I just walked out of hell though
Few nigga’s in Heaven, rest of them is in jail though
Thick bitch who wit' me, she down to roll till her nails broke
In my city they killin'
Just lay low if you can bro
You could come if you willin'
I could take you to where they mob at 7 Gang, ride 5's at, Crip nigga’s loudpacks
Grape hoods, where it’s wild at Neutral nigga’s that’ll ride quick
Where you raise no child at, when you do, I’m what you get
Made man, grew up wit' wolves, feed you to those same nigga’s
My old man was a rollin' stone, that’s how I learned my game nigga
Yo' bitch know my name nigga, she can’t help but leave you
Send her back wit' change nigga, that’s just what us G’s do Go hard for my audience
I ain’t wore my audie since
I got that Oyster Perpetual
All gold, so respectable
That was then, now I’m up homes
Transformed to that rose gold, big face
Switch place, 2SS on a new estate
I’m God’s child
But I want money like a Rothschild
All black Suburban, when I’m not in my town
Ridin' wit' a cloud
Out in L.A. just bossed out
My bitch here she down to ride these long miles, yeah
2050, weed burnin' nigga’s, and then syrup heads wit' me, yeah
Yeah, 2050
All them nigga’s steady hatin', tell ‘em nigga’s come and get me, yeah
Roll it up, it’s go time
When I’m there it’s yo' time
«This is yo' time,» that’s what I was told from my ghost rhymes
Rome wasn’t built in a day, neither was my set
Show my gang respect, or you know what’s next
It’s your neck
Rep, Zebra Gang, Zebra Gang
«Oh my God it’s Zebra Gang»
When the streets get cold and the world gets dark
We there just bangin' in ya speakers mane
When will these old nigga’s leave the game?
So I could Benny Blanco the rest of ‘em, or what’s left of ‘em
Or bow down and they have no choice but to scream my name
Won’t stop till they down in a coffin'
Sour smoke got her coughin'
It takes a lot to be my boss bitch
Front once, then I call it quits
You rollin' wit' big brother
I know shit that they won’t know, and won’t ever discover
Blood in, blood out, yeah we like the Mafia
Cooked steak, tilapia, hella swag no style in us Grown up still playin' wit' cards
Life was hard then I beat the odds
All these nigga’s bowin' down, while I’m tryna beat the Gods
«The nerve of him,» I’m like Perseus
They know I’m here, they feel nervousness
Zebra Gang, it’s no servin' us Young and wild, don’t learn from us These other nigga’s gotta wait to eat, untill they get their turn from us LVLYSL, Zebra Gang, in the World We Trust