Verse one: Take a trip into my set How much you wanna make a bet My peoples struggle for the shit they get They steady f**kin' with theses coppers and their scams Me and my man are power moving caravans It's hectic coming up in the gutter When they say they have no work they make you Hustle for you bread and butter And everybody's ill I know kids around my way who get a thrill from seeing blood spill Now who's the one to blame my friend For bringing guns into