Bad Half Entertainment - Trust the Shooter lyrics

[Intro] Trust the f**ing shooter (DJ Pain 1) [Refrain: Royce Da 5'9"] 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 d**h to the one foolish Long live the one who ain't gon' say sh**, he just gon' come bump into you d**h to the man who loves himself less than he loves his f**ing j**elry Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the f**ing jury Nothing brings a n***a to his senses like a f**ing bustin' Ruger I don't give a f** who he is, trust the f**ing shooter [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] So many flows, so many flows, so many flows n***as close so many, so so many, so many doors Nothing brings a n***a to his senses like a f**ing bustin' Ruger The rabbit got the gun now, n***a Trust the f**ing shooter [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] n***a I'm focused like a motherf**er n***as with me loc'n' like a motherf**er Pencil barrels smoking like a motherf**er When we a rogue sh** we chip and dale your whole clique We put you where you folks is n***a 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 motherf**er Shoot the funeral up, to the pulpit, podium Obiturary, smokin' like a motherf**er 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 n***as n***as 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 n***a quick Leave his frame tore up, sh** Even Jane Doe her if she with him, Jane Doe a n***a's b**h But I ain't aim for it though Gun powder and c**aine for my cane corso I came into your home Openin' 4-4's Even though I came in full clothes d**h 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 n***a who got a gun but it's not It's a song about a n***a who don't got a gun getting shot [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] So many flows, so many flows, so many flows n***as close so many so so many so many doors Nothing brings a n***a to his senses like a f**ing bustin' Ruger The rabbit got the gun now, n***a Trust the f**ing shooter [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] Trust the f**ing shooter For you back out make the moves sh** 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 cla** d**h 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 a** Line your fast, you could never minute past rapidly Long nose, think sneeze at you You know a n***a 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 [Refrain: Royce Da 5'9"] 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 d**h to the one foolish Long live the one who ain't gon' say sh**, he'll just gon' come bump into you d**h to the man who loves himself less than he loves his j**elry Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the f**ing jury Nothing brings a n***a to his senses like a f**ing bustin' Ruger I don't give a f** who he is, trust the f**ing shooter [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] So many flows, so many flows, so many flows n***as close so many, so so many, so many doors Nothing brings a n***a to his senses like a f**ing bustin' Ruger The rabbit got the gun now, n***a