Binoculars
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
No guns bust, used to sell in the crutch
Yeah, the world trust the world
The world keepin' the trust
Huh, Binoculars, eyes is out son
They watchin' us jakes hit the streets
Now police try lockin' us
Maybe it's the Ostrich and 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'
To raise the profit up
My Asian bitch makin' amazing Cajun tilapia
I'm the one that inspire cats
Don't try to rap
You ain't goin' nowhere, nigga
Your tire's flat
You send shots I'ma fire back
Or I'ma fire first
Niggas dyin' first whenever I attack, huh
They better wear a iron hat
I'm smoother than a vampire that
Transforms to a flyin' bat
I used to charge niggas higher tax
I had to stop 'cause niggas ain't OGs
They retired rats
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
No guns bust, used to sell in the crutch
Yeah, the world trust the world
The world keepin' the trust
Huh, Binoculars, eyes is out son
They watchin' us jakes 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 hand-outs
I'm in the room, hope I don't stand out
A few dudes mappin' the plan out
Gotta expand now
I ran out in two days, there's two ways
Been waitin' to move Yay, dosin' off Dussé
Aim for your top, your toupee
Couldn't be 2Pac on Tuesday, touché
Who got it to send it out?
Break it down to ounces
Make samples and give it out
Crib in the mountains, bad service
In and out bag full of birds
The only way we could chicken out
Listen now, yeah
That wrist wear is comin' plain 'cause
This here's the Hunger Games
What'chu know about a hunnid gain?
Or takin' a loss that give you stomach pains?
I'd rather be dead wrong than dead gone
Blood spilled on his ones
He got the breds on
You can tell I thread long
You got the black soul until the Feds come
I don't like none of these niggas
Gotta flow to humble these niggas
The four pound shake the ground
Right from under these niggas
I made checks with the squadron
Pay 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 in the microwave cookin'
Took every precaution
There'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 'em
These niggas all Goofys
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 asked me
How I feel 'bout her
Rollin' Alpha Omega out a pill bottle
Uh, I touch so many ki's
I think I'm Phil Collins
Watched paper and money for the bail bondsman
Cooked a half this mornin' just to
See if I still got it
I still got it, lets be real 'bout it
How I still fill pockets with
Paper just like mail boxes
Let's go, the butcher nigga