its true the pen is mighter than the sword, but the sword will get any nigga his just reward ~paris~
About this scratch, I blast, pass the mask, we mash
Careenin’ though these back streets, gats gleam in my lap
A shame it came to this, aimin’ ‘cause them niggas don’t listen
The sweat is glistenin’, I grimace, ‘bout to service these sentences
On the trigger, I know them niggas, soon as we start
And get the clip to spittin’, counterfeits’ll shit in they drawers
Don’t really want none, but somethin’ got them niggas mistaken
Thinkin’ that music make ‘em safe, I cross ‘em out with a K
Now renegades, disperse, attitudes get worse
You’ll see these niggas on the news if I burst and get ‘em first
Servin’ all these nut swallowin’ followers in they mouth
Spittin’ clips in they Impalas, Inshallah and we out ~paris~