Membership (feat. Young BUD & Lowkey Kemp)

You see that funeral got shot up
What funeral
At New Zion last week
Oh oh yeah I saw that on the news
Shot a funeral
They ain't shot no damn funeral
They was shooting at the funeral
They was shooting at the funeral they ain't shot no funeral
Hell

This that block burner shit
That westside shit
This that eastside shit
That sex mob shit
This that soufside shit
That 8ball shit
This that northside shit
When polo was a clique
This that northside shit
That hollywood clique
This that eastside shit
That mack pack shit
This that millwood shit
That PFL shit
This that westside shit
That 6G shit
This that mid dub shit
That dungee shit
This that spencer shit
You need a membership
This that eastside shit
This that overdose clique
This that eastside shit
This that bombsquad clique
This that westside shit
This that 4play clique
This that millwood shit
This that game tight clique nigga

Uh yall cried when he left and went his separate ways
That nigga wasn't from here he left I stayed
I was still selling 3.5
Local hooper still hug the 3 point line
But that's old news
Old school new school no school school is out
Pro tools one take the rapper that you knew about
Haters tried to rule him out
The best since Jesus
Saw it with they own eyes still didn't believe it
The rest didn't see it, they only got to read about it
We didn't get to see it, we only got to read about it
Holy bible holy qu'ran put that on something
That's on the bible put that on mines we don't know shit
We all on a journey
If it ain't family man that shit don't concern me
Told my home boys we the best that ever did it
They never play the game they just study analytics
Sideline niggas
Tryna tell you how and on god they ain't did it
Right hand under oath and on god Imma zip it
I ain't saying shit and god is my witness
Right hand on the bible

The westside king home
Young bud
Buddy whats up lil bro
Yeah whats good
You know what time it is

This that westside shit
Blockburners shit
Me n Stacc in the mall with the same outfit
Fronting like we on knowing we ain't got shit
Took a lost on the dice went half on a brick
This that 2-9 shit
Deuce-8 shit
I ran that bitch
I own that bitch
Me n baby 1-tre tryna rock a whole brick
Ain't a nigga on the west who can tell me shit
This that 10th street shit
9th street shit
Me n B up on on the porch with about 100 rounds
Flip 100 pack but we popped bout 50
So I'm walking round this bitch weighing bout 100 pounds
That windsor village shit
Emerald Court shit
23rd station
Old London Bitch
I stayed in Oakleaf gotta plug in OakCliff
Buddy stay focus you killing this shit
This that branch street shit
Auburn lane shit
What about regal gardens
I love them 'partments
If it wasn't for them
Fuck around be starving
Want my money right now
Ain't no time to bargain
Terror squad shit
Old Londons square
Caught my first pistol case at the damn state fair
Life ain't fair but I don't play fair
Uh-uh nigga

I put my heart into this music shit
I love it so much I go broke tryna get rich
The price of fame cost a lot not a lil bit
Gotta spend what I gotta spend
To get where I gotta get
Taking risks chasing dreams
But its really reality
I can touch I can feel it
I know my mama's proud of me
I'm protected by the angels
Everyday I'm fighting demons
God got me even tho the devil scheming
Smoking drinking thinking
Riding down Lincoln on some eastside shit
Oklahoma shit
The police station in my neighborhood
But it still stay lit
The good die young where I'm from
I don't gangbang but I keep a gun
It ain't on me it's in me
I don't fuck wit too many
Circle small as a penny
Feel like everybody against me
I know niggas from elementary
Den turned to an enemy
Ain't no reason to envy me
I aint rich but Im finna be
Hopefully