Ickes - G.P. lyrics

Give me guns or give me paper Either way its d**h to haters Feel this beat nd feel my flavor Time to die snitch I am major k** this world I got it in my hand I make these f**ing people scared to take a f**ing stand They can't take there f**ing eyes off me for a minute Cause they f**ing know the f**ing digits on my paycheck I told yall n***as I ain't one to f** wit Now u f**ing did it nd u gonna have to get fixed Im f**ing lit all the way to the f**ing moon I hit u f**ing f*ggots then im gone like zoom b**h im here nd back in flash I cut yall apart nd stuff u in my flask Drink u for breakfast nd a lil more after dinner Watevers left I rool up nd smoke in a pinner Cause im hungry haha no more games Fake names bats blades for yall lames Im here for good u can't get rid of me All bout guns nd paper b**h rest in piece Intimidation interrogation I make people scared to stand against the nation Nation meaning alpha, alpha team the boss U f** wit me then itll b da team on ur a** Im all bout this money nd im all bout my game So wen I die throw that money in wit my grave But I won't need it where im going cause im going to hell O well f** it I rather burn then float amongst thy bible But for now I ain't going anywhere just mayb to jail For wen I k** this f*g itll life witout bail In a world of haters its tuff to stay strong My minds ready to explode peace the distance very long In the end were all dead whether ur hard or not But im the hardest mother f**er maggot 4 lyfe slipknot Im signing my life away right on the dot My g.p. is guns nd paper f** it pop pop pop