the clef is back with some adjustments
you see them refugees right there
keys they goin in the trunk
fiends they don't give a uh
and flex couldn't save you even if he dropped a bomb in this
you still gon be found in a ditch
my name should be robin banks the way i be robbin banks
i'm a fiend for the s-500 i want it
used to stay high and blunted
chick like me be chasin after cops
and they don't stop at my block after the diallo shootin
holdin 52 hands for ransom
let's get down to buisness
we could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished
we want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel
supreme c been after mean figures
aint nobody puttin fear in my heart
nigga take you on one by one
i come to kick it wit you
walk beans stickin wit you
why try to hide from accomplice vibe
it's all about this husltin game
my language is unexplainable
with bigger guns aimed at you
i run up in da cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm
a python with poisonous charm
pushing figures way to the back
excessive like fatal attract
i'll kiss you wit a blade when i think i'm gettin played
you never in bed with the same woman
you don't wanna see the omen
when my sixth sense start flowin i bless like holy water
i don't wanna die cuz i'm my daddy's only daughter
sometimes i see the writin on the wall
you know the ghetto testaments
will you stand or will you fall
your whole click is on the run now would you tell it all
my sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixes
october 31st i was standing by the sour
these thugs don't wanna talk they want these pumas i just bought
picked on cuz i'm bilingual
i barely spoke english but the gun language was universal
here's a feezy from israel
just before i could say. another homicide
threw the biscuit in the bushes runnin like jesse owens
but i was nowhere in existence
back in the crib thinkin bout what i just did
i'ma police of defense but i'm bound to catch this bid
like a super in the projects wantin rent money
just when i thought i get my life straight in the states
is when i found myself climbin down the fire escape
bodies found in virginia under the dumpsters
18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto'
flee the scene of the crime before y'all kick the door
no your honor that must be some old rhyme that i wrote
and lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it
for example when i say gun i mean my pen and paper
and everytime i wave and spit the crowd jump
cuz i'm still digital underground like humpty hump"