Man, on my mama and my daddy
I was raised in the woods
Nothing was all good
When it came down in the hood
Wrapped in ski masks
They was ready to blast
Bow, bow, bow
Now they on your ass
I don't need a color just to show my gang
If you know who we are then you should know the name
T.R.U.S, always wear a bulletproof vest
Check your mate because this is checkers, not chess
They call me the psychologist
The way I dissect the brain like a biologist
I was trippin'
While chkeme was in a getaway
None of us was caught slippin' in that Hyundai
While Meek Mill was on the radio play
Dodging bullets like we were in Lc
Ken had the Jackie for the run while Nigma had the 22 on display
That's a Palmer hit
Both came equipped
While questioning my intelligence
I stayed silent cause all talk is irrelevant
My Choppa is the loudest in the room, no elephant
The neighborhood thought we was cops because of the Glocks we had
Opps wanted smoke, so we gave them the gas
Next thing you know, more bodies was on the grass
Spit in your face like Tupac
While two Glocks pointed at you like I pointed two shots
Or that time when he shot at two cops
Man, on my mama and my daddy
I was raised in the woods
Nothing was all good
When it came down in the hood
Wrapped in ski masks
They was ready to blast
Bow, bow, bow
Now they on your ass
I don't need a color just to show my gang
If you know who we are then you should know the name
T.R.U.S, always wear a bulletproof vest
Check your mate because this is checkers, not chess
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Man, on my mama and my daddy
I was raised in the woods
Nothing was all good
When it came down in the hood
Wrapped in ski masks
They was ready to blast
Bow, bow, bow
Now they on your ass
I don't need a color just to show my gang
If you know who we are then you should know the name
T.R.U.S, always wear a bulletproof vest
Check your mate because this is checkers, not chess
They call me the psychologist
The way I dissect the brain like a biologist
I was trippin'
While chkeme was in a getaway
None of us was caught slippin' in that Hyundai
While Meek Mill was on the radio play
Dodging bullets like we were in Lc
Ken had the Jackie for the run while Nigma had the 22 on display
That's a Palmer hit
Both came equipped
While questioning my intelligence
I stayed silent cause all talk is irrelevant
My Choppa is the loudest in the room, no elephant
The neighborhood thought we was cops because of the Glocks we had
Opps wanted smoke, so we gave them the gas
Next thing you know, more bodies was on the grass
Spit in your face like Tupac
While two Glocks pointed at you like I pointed two shots
Or that time when he shot at two cops
Man, on my mama and my daddy
I was raised in the woods
Nothing was all good
When it came down in the hood
Wrapped in ski masks
They was ready to blast
Bow, bow, bow
Now they on your ass
I don't need a color just to show my gang
If you know who we are then you should know the name
T.R.U.S, always wear a bulletproof vest
Check your mate because this is checkers, not chess
I was raised in the woods
Nothing was all good
When it came down in the hood
Wrapped in ski masks
They was ready to blast
Bow, bow, bow
Now they on your ass
I don't need a color just to show my gang
If you know who we are then you should know the name
T.R.U.S, always wear a bulletproof vest
Check your mate because this is checkers, not chess
They call me the psychologist
The way I dissect the brain like a biologist
I was trippin'
While chkeme was in a getaway
None of us was caught slippin' in that Hyundai
While Meek Mill was on the radio play
Dodging bullets like we were in Lc
Ken had the Jackie for the run while Nigma had the 22 on display
That's a Palmer hit
Both came equipped
While questioning my intelligence
I stayed silent cause all talk is irrelevant
My Choppa is the loudest in the room, no elephant
The neighborhood thought we was cops because of the Glocks we had
Opps wanted smoke, so we gave them the gas
Next thing you know, more bodies was on the grass
Spit in your face like Tupac
While two Glocks pointed at you like I pointed two shots
Or that time when he shot at two cops
Man, on my mama and my daddy
I was raised in the woods
Nothing was all good
When it came down in the hood
Wrapped in ski masks
They was ready to blast
Bow, bow, bow
Now they on your ass
I don't need a color just to show my gang
If you know who we are then you should know the name
T.R.U.S, always wear a bulletproof vest
Check your mate because this is checkers, not chess