Written and Performed by: Syko Solis, Chain$aw Huey
Produced by: Syko Solis
Mixed and Mastered by: Syko Solis

LYRICS:
Don’t end up mistaking it for something that you know
You been round the streets a couple times
We still knock down your door
Kick that shit
Talking bout what you is
Don’t mess with the ones
That are made out of sin
Me and my brodie
We running round
Dumping that shit
Boy we empty the mags
And you know how it is

Seven stiches on your face
And severed by the lip
I’m popping up
I’m high as fuck now
But boy I am still the kid
Cause recently
I been out slaying
I been on a killing spree
Big money bags
Now they finally feeling me
Ask who I am but
Boy I’m the epitome
Finally rest when the rest
Are done fearing me

Yea, Kick in the door
They wont let us in the front
Niggas know that we in the back door
Can’t slow
Ain’t a place that a nigga cant go
And I ain’t alone
10 deep, how we roll
I been overseas
Doing back to back shows
Know the case closed
It was never sunshine and rainbows
But I make it rain on ’em yea I make it snow
Elbow hanging out the rim, know we love to put on a show
I’m trying to get more
Yea I need more
Know we masked up like this shit October

Don’t end up mistaking it for something that you know
You been round the streets a couple times
We still knock down your door
Kick that shit
Talking bout what you is
Don’t mess with the ones
That are made out of sin
Me and my brodie
We running round
Dumping that shit
Boy we empty the mags
And you know how it is