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The lyrics paint a stark picture of a life steeped in violence and a desperate need for respect. The opening lines immediately establish a transactional view of loyalty and action: "Don't come around and try to kick, gotta put in work." There's a clear disdain for those who are only "active when they off a Perc'," suggesting a reliance on substances for courage or motivation, a trait the narrator and his crew evidently don't share. Instead, their readiness is absolute: "All my niggas killers, they on go if I say the word." This sets a tone of immediate, unquestioning obedience within their circle, underscoring a dangerous, self-contained code of conduct. The central tension revolves around a perceived lack of respect and the violent retribution it invites. The narrator dismisses rivals as performative, "Opp niggas up in the comments," finding their online bravado laughable in contrast to the real-world consequences they claim to inflict. The chilling line, "We left him home, he buried under grass," directly contrasts online posturing with fatal outcomes. This aggression is amplified by the narrator's own trauma, explicitly stating, "Lost my dad, lost my soul," which seems to fuel a volatile "real life demon" persona, quick to retaliate and unwilling to back down. A striking element of the craft is the juxtaposition of casual brutality with mundane details and even dark humor. The threat of violence is ever-present, from the "big-ass yopper on my lap" to the casual mention of leaving "mama hurt." Yet, this is interspersed with lines like "Quarantine killers, you niggas should've stayed up in class" or Rucci's boast about buying "an AK for my B-day." This normalization of extreme violence, presented with a detached, almost business-like demeanor, creates a disquieting effect, highlighting a worldview where such actions are simply part of the daily grind or celebratory milestones. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their unflinching portrayal of a specific, harsh reality. The directness of the language, the raw imagery, and the relentless focus on dominance and survival create a potent, albeit grim, narrative. The repeated emphasis on loyalty within the crew and the immediate, violent response to perceived slights or threats ground the emotional impact in concrete actions and a clear, albeit dangerous, value system. It's this unvarnished depiction of a life lived on the edge, where every interaction can escalate to lethal consequences, that makes the lyrics resonate with a visceral intensity.

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[Intro] (Drumma) (Phxraoh, what the fuck?) [Chorus: Peysoh] Don't come around and try to kick, gotta put in work Niggas ain't troopin', only active when they off a Perc' All my niggas killers, they on go if I say the word Slide down his block, do jawns and leave his mama hurt Lost my dad, lost my soul, that's in night two Real life demon, quick to play, don't make me light you And we got fullies for the Tysons, I'm like, "Fight who?" Big-ass yopper on my lap, don't let it bite you [Verse 1: Peysoh] I got pride, I'll be damned I gave his ass a pass Opp niggas up in the comments, that shit just make me laugh Like, where's your boy? We left him home, he buried under grass Quarantine killers, you niggas should've stayed up in class [Verse 2: Rucci] Ayy, RuccDawg Baby in this bitch once again (In this bitch once again) Two twin Glocks, them my motherfuckin' friends (Them my motherfuckin' friends) Nigga kept talkin', caught a bullet to his chin (Bah) Yellin', "Fuck the opps," I'm from Inglewood ends (I'm from Inglewood, Inglewood) Ayy, ayy, bitch, I get it in (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ayy, ayy, pull up in the Benz (Go, ayy, what you got?) Glock boy like I'm TeeJaee (Like I'm TeeJaee, what?) Bought an AK for my B-day (For my) Tell 'em don't worry 'bout the bill like a prepay (Huh?) Fuckin' on my bitch, pass her off like a relay (Like a relay) Free Don Don, just talked to him on three-way Fast track, gettin' good dome on the freeway (Ayy, go) [Chorus: Peysoh] Don't come around and try to kick, gotta put in work Niggas ain't troopin', only active when they off a Perc' All my niggas killers, they on go if I say the word Slide down his block, do jawns and leave his mama hurt Lost my dad, lost my soul, that's in night two Real life demon, quick to play, don't make me light you And we got fullies for the Tysons, I'm like, "Fight who?" Big-ass yopper on my lap, don't let it bite you [Verse 3: Rucci] Ayy, ayy, give a fuck if he dead, free whoever did it Almost smoked the old lady 'cause that bitch wasn't with it If you snitched in a jail, you shouldn't get a visit Nigga, it ain't hard to tell you was raised around bitches I done fell in love with them Glockies and switches (With them Glockies and switches) Bodeine baby, I be Wockeisha sippin' Pull up in the drop without the top, it went missin' Still in the trenches poppin' at the bitches Free my lil' nigga Peysoh, gang, gang Young nigga slidin' in the AMG with eight chains I'm the truth and he the motherfuckin' answer Ridin' with a blammer, call from the slammer [Chorus: Peysoh] Don't come around and try to kick, gotta put in work Niggas ain't troopin', only active when they off a Perc' All my niggas killers, they on go if I say the word Slide down his block, do jawns and leave his mama hurt Lost my dad, lost my soul, that's in night two Real life demon, quick to play, don't make me light you And we got fullies for the Tysons, I'm like, "Fight who?" Big-ass yopper on my lap, don't let it bite you

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