Mission Statement ft. Linden Vo, Young Yousef & Russell Redd Lyrics

So what you niggas wanna do?

What you niggas wanna do?

Tryna put on for my city, tryna put on for my crew

I got shorties tryna hit me, but that shit ain't nothing new

And the gang is always with me, and you know we rocking blue

Who is you?

Bitch I slid up out the womb with a motherfucking tool

Nigga test me, I'ma move, it ain't shit to break the rules

All my niggas do is win, we don't really ever lose

You with us or you with them? It ain't really hard to choose

I leave a lethal dose of poison in my pen when I write bars

So I apologize for any damage I might cause

Sike dog, I’ll fuck around and body the mic dog

Night y’all, they sleeping, I'ma show 'em the hype dog

Roof ain’t really moving, keep forgetting the top gone

Running through your team like this was Madden, I'm Marshawn

Heart's gone and I’m committing murder a lot

I hope they find a place in heaven for the beats that I rock

You are only judged

By the company you keep

I can't be no rookie

Cause I stay with the elites

Never overlook me

Bitch I'm steady packing heat

You ain't ready, ask my team

You can't fuck with my steez

I leave some ether in your ear it have you stuck in awe

I’m hitting everything, I told you I'ma bucket dog

She just want a wedding ring, fuck it I'ma cuffer dog

Brodie used to cut it soft, I think that shit rubbing off

Lil bitch don’t get comfortable, might fuck around and cut ya off

I can’t be your gyro babygirl, I’m never subbing dog

Blunts and all bitch, I’m super faded

Came from the bottom of the basement, how we underrated

I got solvents for them problems you causing

You out of pocket

And my brodie got the rocket, he don't really fuck with talking

Coming from the bottom, I ain't into being modest

I'm tryna cop that designer, put it in my momma closet

Dollars, I gotta get 'em, I gotta make them deposits

Flowing colder than oceans, I'm hoping I'm making commas

Presence is well respected, my blessings is feeling endless

Messages well accepted, I ain't worried 'bout the drama, on momma

You are only judged

By the company you keep

I can't be no rookie

Cause I stay with the elites

Never overlook me

Bitch I'm steady packing heat

You ain't ready, ask my team

You can't fuck with my steez