[ Featuring Brother Tom Sos ]
Woo (one, two, one, two, one, two)
Woo (one, two, one, two, one, two)
Uh, uh, listen (two)
I ain't nothing like these niggas, word to me
Consider this a courtesy
I'm catching bodies purposely
Twenty-five a murder spree
I arrive with urgency, ain't waste no time insurgently
I'm smoking on three letters, call it ya-ya, look like curds of cheese
I'm only craving peace of mind
I think it's time I draw the line
Right through the S'S dollar signs
I'm shooting vultures out the sky
Ain't no mountain high enough
Colorado, I'm in my prime so Shadeur I'm sure it's my time
I took the risk the stakes is high
I put that on my De La Soul
Let go of what I can't control
Can't walk in these size fifteens, I just thank God I broke the mold
I pledge allegiance to Griselda, niggas think I sold my soul
I'm Heaven-sent, I walk with the Lord, I can't sell what I don't own
Everything you see is perfect timing and faith and patience
Stars align like Bape sneakers
Audibles like Josh Allen, but I still got great defense
Brother ain't see seventeen, could paint the town with great reason
Ace of spades to celebrate when we get word they ain't breathin'
Tell my mama she can heal now
His brother signed a deal now
Was focused on the murders now I'm focused on the mil' now
I'm king of the hill now
I know niggas wish that they can do this shit
You can't f*ck with me, I don't care who you is
You niggas show and tell, I show and prove this shit
These niggas can't f*ck with me, don't care who it is
I know niggas wish that they can do this shit
You can't f*ck with me, I don't care who you is
You niggas show and tell, I show and prove
These niggas can't f*ck with me, don't care who
Ayo, what's better than three ropes?
Givenchy goggles flying down ski slopes
High as a dove, you know nobody above
I leave your body with slugs (boom-boom-boom)
I roll your body in a Murakami rug
I cried days when Clay died, my city a landmine
If you got a homie locked up, hold your hands high (Free Kutter)
Nakamoto Vans skates, watch who you handshake
Tec in the dub clubs, you pussy and your man fake
I came home and got right to it
The face of Buffalo, I'm talking town
Straight up the true and murder music
We been lived it, been had it, automatic
Hit your head like Randy Savage
It's Fourth Rope, more dope
Unload the whole clip in your torso (brrt)
More so, praise both, my guns go both ways like Dej Loaf
Rockin' some suede loafers (brr, doot-doot)
I know niggas wish that they can do this shit
You can't f*ck with me, I don't care who you is
You niggas show and tell, I show and prove this shit
These niggas can't f*ck with me, don't care who it is
I know niggas wish that they can do this shit
You can't f*ck with me, I don't care who you is
You niggas show and tell, I show and prove
These niggas can't f*ck with me, don't care who
On the stove when I peep up on the raw
I'ma spit somethin' back
I'ma split a nigga head off with the chrome Gat
Payments on time, FNF what?
You play with this issue real shit
Sticks on your motherf*ckin' head
Beating down your bread, no lottery
Police enforcement
On the outside, you heard what I said?
We see district 9 on the 2-87 there's two MAC-11s
My dawg wanna see me win, I gotta be in heavy
I love my family, that's not only what I trust
The word from his mouth, don't speak, no, what?
I don't know nothing
Sensei, huh? Kiridashi, I ain't frontin'
Butterfly to come
Then I hit these niggas with the stuff
Overhang then I do the pick-a-pow, take a ten
Walking on the sticks on the motherf*ckin' land
Will get your ass through with the sticks in the hand
You thought I had sand 'cause I had a cover on
Now I'm looking like the black with the butter on
