[Hook: Ampichino]
We were kings and queens
Trapped in Babylon, you'll never reach your dreams
In the city of Gods you gotta clap or toast
My nigga just died I'm talking back to his ghost
It opened up my eyes cooking crack on the stove
Weighing up money putting slabs on the road
Gotta go on the run better bag you a hoe
My Uzi weighs a ton, put a tag on your toe

[Verse 1: Ampichino]
187 on a officer
I got no info to offer ya...
You know what, my niggas refuse to grow up
Got rich but still refuse to slow up
Got pinched, did his time with grown ups
Came home, pourin' up, stuck on the corner
Right here in the slums he got his diploma
Its a body in the bushes you smell the aroma
He get his tree and his work from California
Choppa gets to choppin' no time to warn ya
Mortuary number better call the coroner
My young niggas mainey they killing while cam-cording
Taking a man's life make you feel important
We all lost souls its big cause its still enormous
It's a full time job killing all informants
Driving with no L's and the lights are shined
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