I fuck with niggas that murder
That do the type of shit you ain't heard of
Divide a nigga clique with the burner
It's all about I, I
I fuck with niggas that murder
That do the type of shit you ain't heard of
Divide a nigga clique with the burner
It's all about I, I
I'm like Socrates, so to assume
Is to make an ass out of you fast after you drop to me
Look at the word, that's a suit, that's what you would do
Choo-choo train handguns, do your crew
I'll squeeze while I'm looking at you
Cause you made a mistake like my nigga Crooked I's tattoo
I'm the answer, you niggas is candy
Your heart pump blood, smell like a Jolly Rancher
While I'm lamping in my mansion with my private dancer
My man's outside of your house, my hired campers
I ain't the hardest nigga in the world
All I know is if you love me and know me, you know I
I fuck with niggas that murder
That do the type of shit you ain't heard of
Divide a nigga clique with the burner
It's all about I, I
I fuck with niggas that murder
That do the type of shit you ain't heard of
Divide a nigga clique with the burner
It's all about I, I
You know I fucks with them niggas that murder
They trigger finger's itchy when they gripping them burners
I am not a 9 to 5'er, I don't sit with them workers
Nigga, I was flipping work while you was flipping them burgers
But I used to work in offices, now I'm the president
I'm with the over-officers, but I don't roll with officers
I roll with loaded cartridges, don't know what law enforcement is
I know I was marvelous, the road is like an orphanage
I blow and explode it cause I'm the arsonist
Unloading where the target is
I throw gang signs when I pose for photographers
You don't know what the motto is, it's death before dishonor
BlackHand president, I was elected before Obama
I fuck with niggas that murder
That do the type of shit you ain't heard of
Divide a nigga clique with the burner
It's all about I, I
I fuck with niggas that murder
That do the type of shit you ain't heard of
Divide a nigga clique with the burner
It's all about I, I
Yeah, BlackHand
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Y'all know what it is, nigga
It's Mr. Porter from here on out
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