Lyrics:
the biggest bag it ain't no option
Been putting on for my team yeah that's boss shit
Sliding down with big mags, green beams & optics
FMJ, Screw Tips, don't
?
Hésite encore une fois et je t'envoie six pieds sous terre
Ideal J, le combat continue
Tu peux crève de jalousie mais je représente quand même
combat or colluding. I'm calling for my orders, over. 'Strap on a helmet and start shooting.'
Clonopin to kill a horse, numb and blood thirsty 'til
plantin' seeds where I want to
Go ahead and check my vitals
99 overall, I'm Rambo with a rifle
Do it for survival, like I'm living primal
Why she so bad if
308s, Sound Like 808s, when coming out that rifle
We the bad boys, we go slide them niggas that be slidin
He don't know what's going on, he say my name
attack
Body we a bury bury when di beretta clap
Dem dead aready
Rifle shot down dat
Finish him
Mortal combat
Me ready fi clap it and go knock it like
ki şerle birleşip yüceltir tüm görkemini
34 35, mikrofona eski okul, gerçek hip hop
Pim çek bomba at, lirikal combat
Yapma boş rant için, koşma
medicinal man made medical marijuana
With a phase plasma rifle like I'm searchin' for Sarah Conner
And shorty's got brains, shorty not playin'
I'm 40 blocks
ARMOR CHECK COMBAT BOOTS CHECK KEVLAR HELMET CHECK M4 RIFLE CHECK 12 GUAGE PUMP CHECK COMBAT AMMO CHECK GAS MASK CHECK C4 TNT CHECK YOU SUCKAS DONT KNOW
The microphone doctor black Deepak Chopra
I'm a griot that make you wanna peacock your arm
Every heavy dignitary, pay your me top regards
Boy, I'm three optics
ride
Killers with attitudes, but ready to die
Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked
Turkeys get stuck, and niggas get cuffed
Ready for combat, my
These cruelties will haunt you
A life in combat
You'll feel you're inane, you're inner combat
And lies will form the future
You will forget your
cruelties will haunt you
A life in combat,
Your fear will make you bleed
Your inner combat
A life without a future, you will forget your wishes
death killin' veteran on the tube
Either me or you right here
Come back and hang out in my room
I done shot my rifle, trained to kill
Got blood
death killin' veteran on the tube
Either me or you right here
Come back and hang out in my room
I done shot my rifle, trained to kill
Got blood
Grab your rifle little one it is time for war
Far from home with some rugged bones
And couple Negus I can call my own
Got an Audemars all own arm
If life was a height your a gnome, hobbit
Might just be nice for the tone stop it, lob it
Rifle or chrome
Site to be shown, even from the height
foo
Connected like fiber optics
Imma about my business
I even got dockets
I gotta of lot of guns I even got rockets
I gotta of lot of guns I even got
better lives, and be better people
Why does every leader I come across seem toxic?
You're tunnel visioned, just like a Blurry Optics
Why do we gotta show
Don't call me your rival
If you are gaureantee no survival
I bust shots and I don't need a rifle
Hard in the paint what the fuck did you think
I ain't
mind I've lost it
I see clear shits microscopic
Different sights like rifle optics
No more drama MJB
They don't want drama them man know
Straight
die
Not into disco but I gotta stay alive
No heart break but I will survive
I could start a revolution
I don't need a rifle
I don' t need no bullets
a leech don't fuck with broke hoes
She fuck with me solo
But she will pull us one more ho
We out in tropics
Make for some good optics
Fuck her
Get the fuck up out my face
cnd stay out my optics
You don't get the picture
So photoshop and crop it
My verbs transform to clouds in the ether
I dance
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