Judas

Crusading with the cross in the name of God we ruthless

Chrome surrounds our hearts, couldn't kill us if you shoot us

Twelve of us were down when we started up the movement

Now eleven deep because one became a Judas

Naw you isn't gang if you betrayed the tribe

A knife up in my back, a nigga almost died

I don't get to choose if you sink or reach the sky

But imma leave you beggin' when I'm cutting off all ties

These niggas turning into opps

So I had to send a hit out on em

We gon' clear the lot