(Verse 1)
I got a hotter steez, drive with exotic keys, it's not at ease, bless n***** like they gotta sneeze
connect blessed me with a lot of trees, now I could plot a freeze, go with the wind when I spot a breeze
From fake necklaces to bootleg Timb sales, we all about the Malachis of York and stem cells
and won't hesitate to let the trigger blow, 'cause all of my seeds just make a bigger flow
I like the timing, repent for a [?], leviathan you're high up in, I write words to violins
cash to stack a van up against the cracker plan, the blacker man still get the ammo like Pakistan
Nice goal, hit your city and dice roll and slice holes like Lombardi at the Ice Bowl
hit with the wammo, three soldiers coming in camo, what up fammo? You know we still got the ammo
(Chorus) x2
Man, this s*** with ammo and command a grip, staying equipped, moving hand to hand to flip
land and dip with ammo on the man to trip, plan to rip, the gun is like a tongue with a banana clip
(Verse 2)
So it's like a firearm and they not on safety, play my courts like gods like something like AC
understudy of a Pun drop, [?] and the Jay-Zs, n***** hate me, take three, try to stop me
For each and every one of you origami, s*** on every track I'm on, portapotty
war with poppy, verbally I'm more tsunami, you aim on him every time [?]
Open sixteen I'm in I can [?] abort your army, iller man manhandle the [?]
still got ammo, your panel now falling to shambles, hang rope, get cancelled like you WB
I'm gonna eat, hustle then breeze, you ain't f****** with me
simple math I divide a couple hundred MCs, from bricks to lyrics, aim specific, we got more shots in the biscuit
(Chorus) x2
Man, this s*** with ammo and command a grip, staying equipped, moving hand to hand to flip
land and dip with ammo on the man to trip, plan to rip, the gun is like a tongue with a banana clip
(Verse 3)
Talking on scope slip through the darkness and trees, weak or hardest indeed, make every artist [?]
my clip full of ammo, magazines come in threes, bootstrap, new rap, symbol on the fatigues
Brave years of hardships, now I make that hard s***, moshpit marksmen gun blast regardless
corner the market and set it off like Frankie, 'cause these n***** just asked and y'all wanna thank me
Mainly I boast for the s*** that I stand for, allegiance is completed when y'all hitting the dance floor
I never lose sight [?] that's two nights, had more than two fights when they was hogging the mic
Modelling type, my looks exceed what you imagine, mid-thirties my n**** and still make it happen
I hate the past tense, I rock for now, with Snowgoons, J. Sands, Main Flow, sugar high
[Interlude] [Scratching]
(Verse 4)
Hey yo my man the east born told me the streets warring, ran the castle, dodge the shells that keep pouring
early morning until the night transforming, far from dormant, the freaks come out without warning
The s***'s unlike the north side, Killa county, home sweet home but feeling like an out-of-townie
I don't f*** with snakes but yo they still around me, plus the jake carry heat just to grill a brownie
Straight up s*** is real, let the trey-eight buck, better not tell a soul when you ain't wake up
'cause them boys know the feds better than they know the ledge, big gates blow the bread on some [?] blow their head
(Outro)
Right off the shoulder, the kids getting older and the war's getting colder so I dip to SoCal
lay low and profile 'cause I got ammo that make it go blow
I got a hotter steez, drive with exotic keys, it's not at ease, bless n***** like they gotta sneeze
connect blessed me with a lot of trees, now I could plot a freeze, go with the wind when I spot a breeze
From fake necklaces to bootleg Timb sales, we all about the Malachis of York and stem cells
and won't hesitate to let the trigger blow, 'cause all of my seeds just make a bigger flow
I like the timing, repent for a [?], leviathan you're high up in, I write words to violins
cash to stack a van up against the cracker plan, the blacker man still get the ammo like Pakistan
Nice goal, hit your city and dice roll and slice holes like Lombardi at the Ice Bowl
hit with the wammo, three soldiers coming in camo, what up fammo? You know we still got the ammo
(Chorus) x2
Man, this s*** with ammo and command a grip, staying equipped, moving hand to hand to flip
land and dip with ammo on the man to trip, plan to rip, the gun is like a tongue with a banana clip
(Verse 2)
So it's like a firearm and they not on safety, play my courts like gods like something like AC
understudy of a Pun drop, [?] and the Jay-Zs, n***** hate me, take three, try to stop me
For each and every one of you origami, s*** on every track I'm on, portapotty
war with poppy, verbally I'm more tsunami, you aim on him every time [?]
Open sixteen I'm in I can [?] abort your army, iller man manhandle the [?]
still got ammo, your panel now falling to shambles, hang rope, get cancelled like you WB
I'm gonna eat, hustle then breeze, you ain't f****** with me
simple math I divide a couple hundred MCs, from bricks to lyrics, aim specific, we got more shots in the biscuit
(Chorus) x2
Man, this s*** with ammo and command a grip, staying equipped, moving hand to hand to flip
land and dip with ammo on the man to trip, plan to rip, the gun is like a tongue with a banana clip
(Verse 3)
Talking on scope slip through the darkness and trees, weak or hardest indeed, make every artist [?]
my clip full of ammo, magazines come in threes, bootstrap, new rap, symbol on the fatigues
Brave years of hardships, now I make that hard s***, moshpit marksmen gun blast regardless
corner the market and set it off like Frankie, 'cause these n***** just asked and y'all wanna thank me
Mainly I boast for the s*** that I stand for, allegiance is completed when y'all hitting the dance floor
I never lose sight [?] that's two nights, had more than two fights when they was hogging the mic
Modelling type, my looks exceed what you imagine, mid-thirties my n**** and still make it happen
I hate the past tense, I rock for now, with Snowgoons, J. Sands, Main Flow, sugar high
[Interlude] [Scratching]
(Verse 4)
Hey yo my man the east born told me the streets warring, ran the castle, dodge the shells that keep pouring
early morning until the night transforming, far from dormant, the freaks come out without warning
The s***'s unlike the north side, Killa county, home sweet home but feeling like an out-of-townie
I don't f*** with snakes but yo they still around me, plus the jake carry heat just to grill a brownie
Straight up s*** is real, let the trey-eight buck, better not tell a soul when you ain't wake up
'cause them boys know the feds better than they know the ledge, big gates blow the bread on some [?] blow their head
(Outro)
Right off the shoulder, the kids getting older and the war's getting colder so I dip to SoCal
lay low and profile 'cause I got ammo that make it go blow