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Ayo, guns bust, niggas know who to trust
If you owe one of us, it ain't shit to discuss, nigga
Binoculars, eyes is out, son, they watchin' us
Jake hit the streets, now police try lockin' us
Them guns bust, used to sellin' the crush
Yeah, the world trust the world, the world keepin' the trust, yeah
Huh, binoculars, eyes is out, son, they watchin' us
Jakes hit the streets, now police try lockin' us
Maybe it's the oxygen gator that made me popular
If it's a problem, I'm engagin' in ways of stoppin' ya
Death sentence like when Lefty betrayed the mafia
It's too many rats in your pack, Frank Sinatra
Huh, niggas should be lucky I gave the block to ya
I was even servin' the neighbors that stayed on top of ya
Ain't it obvious? I was savin' and raised the profit up
My Asian bitch makin' a major Cajun tilapia
I'm the one that inspired cats
Don't try to rap, you ain't goin' nowhere, nigga, your tires flat
You send shots, I'ma fire back
Or I'ma fire first, niggas dyin' first whenever I attack
Huh, they better wear an iron hat
I'm smoother than a vampire that transformed to a flyin' bat
I used to charge niggas higher tax
I had to stop 'cause niggas ain't OGs, they retired rats
Guns bust, niggas know who to trust
If you owe one of us, it ain't shit to discuss, nigga
Binoculars, eyes is out, son, they watchin' us
Jake hit the streets, now police try lockin' us
Them guns bust, used to sellin' the crush
Yeah, the world trust the world, the world keepin' the trust, yeah
Binoculars, eyes is out, son, they watchin' us
Jake hit the streets, now police try lockin' us
Shit is more than crazy, I'm seein' more of it lately
Grown men with they hand out lookin' for handouts
I'm in the room, hope I don't stand out
With few dudes mappin' the plan out
Gotta expand out, I ran out in two days
It's two ways, been waitin' to move yay
Dosin' off D'USSÉ, aim for your top, your toupee
Couldn't be 2Pac on Tuesday (Ha), touché
Who got it to send it out?
Break it down in ounces, make samples and give it out
Crib in the mountains, bad service, it's in and out
Bag full of birds the only way we could chicken out
Listen out, yeah, that wrist wear is comin' plain
'Cause this here is the Hunger Games
What you know about a hundred gain?
Or takin' a loss that give you stomach pain?
I'd rather be dead wrong than dead gone
Blood spilled on his 1s, he got the Breds on
You could tell I thread long
We got the black soda 'til the feds come
I don't like none of these niggas, got a flow to humble these niggas
The four-pound shake the ground right from under these niggas
I made checks with the squadron, paid respect to the bosses
Shootin' like LeBron in game seven in Boston
Some niggas like to hustle, some like to spray bullets
Me, I had a block and a microwave, cook it
Took every precaution, it's a price to pay with it
The state troopers'll pull you if your license plate crooked
Look, when they was out of town in the rented Lambs
I was dryin' a kilogram under a ceilin' fan
Nigga, I'm everything the critics sayin'
Keep playin', pussy, and we'll pop up on you like Twitter spam
He the type to let the broads fool him
These niggas all goofies, that cheap liquor got you all woozy
We see the opps, them niggas call movies
That's real shit 'cause we always bought guns before we bought jewelry
Uh, my bitch in Cali, forty, but she still model
We good 'til she ask me how I feel 'bout her
Rollin' Alpha Omega out a pill bottle
Uh, I touch so many keys, I think I'm Phil Collins
Watch, paper, and money for the bail bondsman
Cooked a half this morning just to see if I still got it
I still got it, let's be real 'bout it
How I still fill pockets with paper just like mailboxes
Let's go, the Butcher, nigga (Ah)