Lyrics:

We got hits for years, I got a bitch for every day of the year
We got chips, ice with Glocks and clips
Push the hottest whips and shit we came from the bottomless pit
Now we reign on the top of the shit
Foul things in my past that I'll never forget
Would I last, will I die young I never gave up
Now we up
In the class for delf, the most felt stay to ourself
We playing with the cards that was dealt like
First time I seen a man get killed that shit was mad real
Damn that was my brother
And I love him like mine, I promise to this day everything will be fine
So we foreverly shine, now we vow to divide pie
What's yours is mine
And for y'all faggot ass niggas we gon' ?hogged? them blind
In and out, stick and move, it's just a matter of time
And I stay with a grimy ass pistol on my side
And I name it four-five
Yeah die nigga die
You won't see it coming
And you won't know why

When you look into my eyes tell me what you see
We be the realest motha fuckas from these New York streets
We gon' lay it down flat, way it supposed to be
Knitty, Gambino, Gotti, Chinky, G.Part Three
Come On (Loud Chanting)

Infamous Special Edition the hoes pay attention
When we rock cause friction, get plucked out position
Platinum plates we be pissing them out
Haze with stout
Them joints we pull 'em out, do them things that you read about
Stick and move in and out quick never the easy route
So fuck what you be about we care less
I'll throw my gun up in your mouth and blow off your head
Through all the foul shit, the hurt
The hard work
The dirt, the pain
Until it stop on top, we remain
Simple and plain
Rock long chains and ice rings
Timb boots, baggy jean suits ready to shoot
With plushed out cribs, multiple guns and clips
I got a thousand niggas ready to flip and kill shit
What, niggas don't want it

When you look into my eyes tell me what you see
We be the realest motha fuckas from these New York streets
We gon' lay it down flat, way it supposed to be
Knitty, Gambino, Gotti, Chinky, G.Part Three
Come On
(Loud chanting until end)