Letras
Three and a half years if they catch you with a gat
All that mean now is that niggas is shooting back
War is something I got the taste for
Out on bail, bigger gun than the one I got the case for
Never can tell what I might do
I ain't nothing like you
I put my dutch out on your night booth
Pull my nuts out on your wife in the mic booth
Situate with her at the end of the night too
Those were the happy days, these the real years
Niggas is braindead with shitbags and wheelchairs
For the record, I don't give a fuck who your team is
And you don't want it with me, cause I'm an extremist
Nah, I don't really think they want it
Heart of a lion, never fronted
We just living fast, chasing dreams, counting hundreds
You ain't gotta ask, cause you know I'm always on it
Heart of a lion, that's a king, what you call it
Call it
Nah, I don't really think they want it
Heart of a lion, never fronted
We just living fast, chasing dreams, counting hundreds
You ain't gotta ask, cause you know I'm always on it
On it
Social media gangsters, internet pranksters
I'm not a rapper, I'm more like a banker
You need someone to hold it down, I'm the anchor
You talking down, mami? Thank ya
And it's simply Da Vinci pictures what I paint ya
The flow sick, no cure found
And this year I'm in your town
And my album is that raw sound
Sixteen when I spit, man down
How you did it, Spits, fam? How?
Rocking shows at Fanview, and Howard
Copped the white Vans, then I screamed "Black power"
I just did three songs in a damn hour
Saw the secret, I'm thinking positive
Rolling kush while I'm off to make a deposit quick
I drop the hottest shit, too awake for consciousness
I politic with the real, but hate politics
Nah, I don't really think they want it
Heart of a lion, never fronted
We just living fast, chasing dreams, counting hundreds