numbers on the board
Singer:gunplay
fuck is my name? no sucker for fame
we ain't nothing the same
to punch 50 in the face and beat a sentence in vain
machines and machetes in the am
pirellis on the lam' and i'm barely in the lab
you niggas from the street? i'm from the belly of the ave'
can't bargain with a carbon 15
parched and fatigued in my starch fatigues
waiting for the income and marching fiends
try and pump up from pawns to kings
from under the porch light to picking the porsche type
from doubling dirty money that i'm forced to clean
not caring what the poison is
i be whipping babies like some noisy kids
them fakes be recording fibs
control the trap like the house on sims
it was all good a week ago
and i'll go polish my rims
and scrape gum off the bottom of my timbs
give his partner a glimpse
slingin' add' at your front door
you need guns? i want war
motherfuckers can't rhyme no more