Valley Vengeance

[verse1] Brodie hit the cell, said the temperature is rising,

Pound on the dash, Central Valley got us sizing

Up the competition, got the scanner on ten,

Every time they spin the block, we spinning right back again.

559 sliding through the fog with the heat,

Red chucks planted on the concrete street,

831 roots, yeah, you know where I was born,

Raised in the trenches where the caution tape is torn.

916 traffic, yeah, we moving through the capital,

Dodging federal indictments, making magic out of practical.

They want us on our knees, but a loc don't bend,

Got the burner in the waistband, ride to the end.[hook] Keep it gang, keep it solid, Gator on the track,

If the hood get hot, put the stash in the back!

Duck the chopper in the sky, let the siren wail,

Either make it out rich or you end up in jail.

Yeah, block get hot, let it drop, let it pop,

Run from the jakes, never stopping for a cop! [verse2] Tiger-striped mentality, I stalk 'em in the shade,

Every dollar that I'm touching is a hazard of the trade.

Multi-syllable mechanics, I'm dismantling the static,

Automatic, semi-madmatic, trapping is dramatic.

Got the strap in the back of the Impala on chrome,

Driving through the ghetto like I'm trying not to roam

Too close to the precinct, got my eyes on the swivel,

Living life high-stakes, playing chess on a level.

From the coast to the valley, man, we keeping it heavy,

Stomach full of fire and our trigger finger steady.

They can't stop the motion, they can't break the creed,

West Coast underground, man, this is all we bleed! [outro] Yeah.

You already know how we coming.

831 to the 559, all the way up to the 916.

Ducking the ops, dropping what we got.

Real street shit.

Blyat. Let's ride… Breadwinner Business…