Lyrics:
beginners
I'm a classic printer dummy you could learn somethin'
Lookin' through a scope, aimin' to get rich
Lookin' through a scope, aimin' to get rich
I'm
I mean it, nothin' come between us
Four, fifth, in the dead center
I got the scope with the infra boom, boom
Coward niggas got to meet their fate
going, I'mma kill (Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
I'mma keep it going until midnight
Ugh, yuh, i'mma ride or die, look at me, fly
Got the scope in my eye
the hollow bones?
Wouldn't its eyes expand
And zero in like a scope?
I might feel better
Knowing I wasn't alone
your dues
Infared scope cause I am seeing right through
Take me one-on-one but I ain't got nothing to prove
Gonna take an L and you can take an L too
one
I only fuck with professionals
Sniper scopes and silencers stuck inside of leather sectionals
Watch where you sit at, might hear that click-clack
on the road with me
Really good aim, I don't use no scope, one shot and that's all she wrote (and that's all she wrote)
Here's to the maker, the film double taker, th illusion type faker. Guaranteed shaker, paravision viewer, or it just may seem lost the real scope
Avoid the nosy neighbors cho security tight
Infrared scope the curfew laser light
Well don't forget the code to ecstasy knock three time
A king size
with the scopes
Knock an opp to his fuckin' knees
Pippen in the magazine, F&N hold thirty-three
My city I'm the C, go hard for the paper
Live the life
the scope of forgotten memory
Just as simple and as strange as the sea becomes the tree
There are people shouting clearly "I am you and you are me"
Oh,
as a lover when the scope's out of focus
Kettle corn dinners, hot cheeto dust
Examining the chips so I can shake off the rust
Shrugging off the dead weight,
Enemy
I see my enemy
In my scope they better be afraid of me
Yea my enemies
Hey hey
They ain't friends of me
Yea yea
Enemy
I see my enemy
In my scope
a lifer a lesson
I put that knife on the peasant (huh)
I bought the choppers already
Gucci the G.O.A.T. but you know it already (G.O.A.T.)
Scope
dollar
We follow the prophets like Islamics or the Dalai Lama
Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor
Look in the scope, my
It's time to get wasted and scope the whole place
For girls with cute faces (ooh-ooh)
'Cause I see some fly mamas so pack your pajamas
But don't bring
a trick
Know I keep a tool on me
I come in the room, I might have to move on 'em
Scope with a zoom, fuck around and boom, homie
I stay with a broom
a clue
And once you're on the scope, your ass is through
Look, you might take it as a trip
But a nigga like Ren is on a gangsta tip
Straight outta
The scope is on the world 'cause it's mine for the taking
You know I'm gonna do it
My shit is rock solid, but it flows like fluid
Chemists get confused
in the hills living
Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches
Ferraris, Richard Millie models on dope
Four double O, now a nigga want the smoke
(West
Yeah (Where haven't we been yet)
Fool (Jet Set now where haven't)
Where haven't, we been (Gotta stay fresh)
Yeah, (Life under the scope)
(Full speed,
I need a down ass bitch, I'm tired of hoes
So I can fuck my bitch anytime I want, yeah
I just copped a baby draco with a scope
If you disrespect me
I'm in Miami on the yacht, yeah
Chrome Heart on my watch, yeah
Rolex that's big rocks, yeah
None of my guns gone stop, yeah
Come with a scope
a a ring
Wanna scope out the scene, yeah
I put celine on yo' face
Ain't no need for to go to the bank
Cause I get them racks out the safe
And I spend it all
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