Long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan Long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land Long live the one truest Death to the one foolish Long live the one who ain't gon' say shit, he just gon' come bump into you Death to the man who loves himself less than he loves his fucking jewelry Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter So many flows, so many flows, so many flows Niggas close so many, so so many, so many doors Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger The rabbit got the gun now, nigga Trust the fucking shooter Nigga I'm focused like a motherfucker Niggas with me loc'n' like a motherfucker Pencil barrels smoking like a motherfucker When we a rogue shit we chip and dale your whole clique We put you where you folks is Nigga shoutout to GDs And Chiraq, I rock with the D's Gs On the car lot like keys please And anywhere you hope to be is hopeless Cause we in the posted like a motherfucker Shoot the funeral up, to the pulpit, podium Obiturary, smokin' like a motherfucker Y'all emotional gangsters, 2016 Emo G's Millennials, from the means streets of beefing through memes tweets, and emojis And Blogs Sleep on me, I'mma see to it that you see more Z's When there's beef I don't call niggas Niggas call me and when they call, call the police If he ain't grow up wit us We'd John Doe 'em We John Doe A nigga quick Leave his frame tore up, shit Even Jane Doe her if she with him, Jane Doe a nigga's bitch But I ain't aim for it though Gun powder and cocaine for my cane corso I came into your home Openin' 4-4's Even though I came in full clothes Death in the air got me laying mo-low You could pay for protection Whoever you with when you disrespect payin' for it, though The lord is my shepherd All the people is sheep Call me the anchor I come from the bottom I'm deep when I speak on the violence reporting the evil I see I know what you thinking Here we go, another song about a nigga who got a gun but it's not It's a song about a nigga who don't got a gun getting shot So many flows, so many flows, so many flows Niggas close so many so so many so many doors Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger The rabbit got the gun now, nigga Trust the fucking shooter Trust the fucking shooter For you back out make the moves Shit I've seen this happen a million times Uh, right, long live all the hustlers that come and cop with straight cash Long live the plugs that show love, but still got class Death to the ones get it on their arm and run off with cash Long live all the goons who get half just to find their ass Line your fast, you could never minute past rapidly Long nose, think sneeze at you You know a nigga sinus bad Ten nine, you never mind to rag I sit and wonder how much mind you had Long flight, had the time to lag I came from cross the road, to cross the globe To off the load, to get all kinds of bags Proceed You know when I go I OD Me and my Co-D Like Orenthal and AC Roll a Fonto Got the Bronco lit Uhh, four-fifth One four-fifth Seatbelt strap Eyes focused Long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan Long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land Long live the one truest Death to the one foolish Long live the one who ain't gon' say shit, he'll just gon' come bump into you Death to the man who loves himself less than he loves his jewelry Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter So many flows, so many flows, so many flows Niggas close so many, so so many, so many doors Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger The rabbit got the gun now, nigga