Code Red

Yeah, still here, it's Mark Jordan

Come from gutters and trenches, places where love is expensive

Where you know all of the faces of thugs that have did shit

Streets silent like rumbles of pistons, when they fire their pistols

Real talk, thank God that that missed them

Some people the victim, some people play that

Some people's brains splat, others remain in tact

Where you loose the re money, then you go make it back

You let them brothers sell on your block, then you go take it back

Yo, they talk slick, guarantee they drop quick

They couldn't take a balled fist, how they takin' this hot clip