Silencers

A nigga been goin hard
Points up and abroad and I point 2 God
Nigga named Oscar cuz I play my part yeah
Lifestyle rockstar, my homie wilin out with the Glock out
Goin all crazy now we got all the cops out
Somebody tell that nigga «settle down»
Uh yeah tell that nigga get down
Cuz we rollin good ass roll down the street now
But if she wants Busta Rhymes we’ll tell the homie and you will get beat down
I came from the drunkies to the motherfuckin corp like I’m rappin to this beat
now
So believe me when I say pimpin ain’t easy
Oh Dali check me on the fuckin calender
Wilin out over time no challengers
Ex- islander, over time we over sundial and sir
Ten I got my own style to square
Then I picked up on my stylish shirt
To the Gs I know them girls
Fuck constancy you stylish derp
That’s all you say nigga while I work
Most profilic on the entire earth
More than fame got the people tryin my worth
Don’t waste your time I’ve been fly since birth
Mr. Ballantine you know how I work
John Wick until we do it I concur
Towards that commission niggas fly the bomb
Poppin off makin noise no silencers
You already know what the deal is
Holla at your cousin dank we are
Outta the sun, food for thought
Detroit Bad Boy, eastside westside let’s get it
Loyalty is everything
I’d tell yall to stay west up
But yall don’t understand what it is
Most of yall niggas are lyin anyway
Bless up to my brother Dilla dog it’s goin down, thank God
Food for thought
Let’s get it
I see you