text: Wheezy Beatz
  M.W.A. Music
  Four bombs, baby
  C4
  Left hand 
  Cook up grams with the left hand
  Count up bands with my best mans
  Count up bands with my best mans
  Cookin up grams with the left hand, left hand
  Count up bands with my best mans
  Count up bands with both of my hands
  Shouts out go out to all of my fans
  Save me some in the bowl
  Just to go all outta control
  Used to have dreams of Final Four 
  Until I went all around the globe 
  Then the feds hit my door 
  I had to flush the work right down the commode 
  Trap life , rap life 
  If you dont know now then youll never know
  Back then thats all I wanted
  Split it up with all my brothers
  Told em we gon kill our opponents
  Just because they never loved us, no
  You want me to look back when you left us? No
  Niggas on the Nawf cant leave the bando
  Stayed down in the trap, tryna free the North Pole
  Most niggas out here beggin please to get on
  Oh, no, not my gang, yeah, you know we build strong
  Migo Gang, we built strong
  Left hand 
  Cook up grams with the left hand
  Count up bands with my best mans 
  Count up bands with my best mans 
  Cookin up grams with the left hand
  Count up bands with my best mans
  Count up bands with both of my hands
  Shout out goes out to all of my fans
  Best man had been my brother, took the fire, took the cover, uh
  Cant tell us apart, but different fathers, different mothers
  We got caught smokin weed, we tried to hide the shit
  But we like Swizz and DMX, we ruff ride the shit
  I bumped the Ye and Screw tapes, you bumped the knowledge shit
  We was both presidents, fuck the politics
  We took two bright Lambs on a speed chase
  Its like a thousand on the dash on the freeway, yeah
  Best man best man
  R.I.P. to Ben Franklin, thats my best friend
  My girl got that ass, she a Texan
  She can bounce it up and down with her left leg
  Tell me what gang is you reppin
  Left hand 
  Cook up grams with the left hand
  Count up bands with my best mans
  Count up bands with my best mans 
  Cookin up grams with the left hand 
  Cookin up grams with the left hand
  Count up bands with my best mans
  Count up bands with both of my hands 
  Shout outs go out to all of my fans
  Dropped out of school
  Graduated from the streets
  Countin up the bands
  Just my brothers and me
  Dropped out of school
  Graduated from the streets
  Countin up the bands
  Just my brothers and me
  I didnt have the best plans
  But I count them bands, my brother the best man
  I didnt have the best plans
  The best plan