We Major

It's clear to see that this is fucking manslaughter, bodies in the water

Beats in the casket, and preachers at your altar

Tweetin' from the sky like I'm finna land on ya

And bitches get pumped like Fishburne's daughter

16's'll cost ya, 20 years I'm boss(ta?)

You just in the closet, nigga I'm a monsta

Full blown stick, you niggas a little nausea

Snappin' on shit, like what's served at Red Lobster

Rasta; but no dread-head, I'm too proper

I'm breaking down the game for you niggas like Bob Costas

Impostors; mighty Wolf Gang, you can't stop us

And I'm getting neck from your bitch, like dog collars

Ya'll be bullshittin' but I dodge it like a boxer

Weavin' like a ghetto black bitch gettin' primed up

Can't knock me, and besides I'm too high up

I ain't seen you niggas in a minute like Fine Dutch

It kinda feels like I'm living with my eyes shut

Walking on a dream, all the real niggas gon' rise up

Punks stay away my dro heads are like nine sluts

My old heads tell me go ahead, you doing fine son

I know that you faggots don't like us

But you'd be winnin' if you did it just like us

It's a celebration, so I might just-

Fly to New York, sour diesel light the night up