Jonathan "MP" Williams - Raise Your Weapon (Bonus) lyrics

[Intro: Malcolm X] No I don't worry. I tell ya I am a man who believed that I died twenty years ago And I live like a man who was dead already. I have no fear whatsoever of anybody or anything [Verse 1: Doley Bernays] Okay I'm starting I hope you love me baby I hope by now you could understand why I'm f**ing crazy A n***a don't learn, a n***a won't grow And take the wrong turn then a n***a won't know That a n***a don't earn and then go broke That's my city, no pity, no joke The feds wanna know if you really got coke Sellin' blue dreams when you really got smoke Sour to a fiend do he really got dope in Momma hoping that, that n***a change Girlfriend love me but she know I got game Can't let go without going insane Fight, love her too but I'm doing my thing And the d** and the money might've ruin my brain Flow kinda funny so to grow up my fame Bars too hot blue in that fan Pro tools pro, true to my name Still big B's, Blood that gang Momma I'ma be a rapper She say "just don't rush that sh**" Grandma I love money She say "just don't trust that b**h" I love my b**h, I hate my ho Love my bars they rate my flow They talk my cash and debate my dough You from my hood, I relate I know But escape I will, so away I go [Hook] And it's over, over Raise your weapon, high (6x) Raise your weapon And it's over How does it feel now [Verse 2: Denzil Porter] Check it, look, now Keeping it out to the daytime lessin' 'Til I have a kid, I'm a raise my weapon Raise my pen to the pad, I could raise my blessin' And erase my stressin' while I make my exit But I ain't going no time soon I already told y'all a n***a don't quit Already dead is they way that I live So y'all already know I ain't afraid of no sh** I ain't no Blood and I ain't no Crip, but I ain't no p**y n***a I ride for my sh** and I die for my hood And my n***as they know, loyalty is in my blood and it flows Even from stories we hear from the folks Robin Hood robbing hoods cause his n***as was broke But happy to be where I be Strong to survive and I know how to eat Asking me why I bring grateful for street Cause tough n***as run, I made times of peace Up in the [?] like we reaching our peak Pushing our white like we brushing our teeth [?] a leaf while we rolling our weed So when we inhale the stress'll release Seen a dude get sad with his own life Another dude got stripped, not the pole type Another dude called a "low-life" for his whole life Took a shot of Henny and then took his own life Pow, one to the face Too deep in the trap he wants to escape [Hook] [Verse 3: Doley Bernays] I'm not a star but I'm almost famous Catch me twistin' up my fingers With a hot b**h and a couple cold gangsters When them flows deep as them anchors Accountants counting like bankers Them blocks warring, no tankers You'll get laid flat like these plankers I go way back, I mean deep back I mean OG with these G-Packs Took homie chain like I need that And I pawned that for like three stacks I'm the boy from the bottom when the sh** move slow Good die young so the kids don't grow But the hood I'm from, the clique I know Told me get money, get rich, I know Spit pyro, that flame sh** But b**h I'm almost famous And I've been watching Gangland My bros be on that same sh** "I see" I said, "who I be" I said "Got the whole rap game under me" I said "Mo' money, mo' problems" like B.I. said But "they still don't know me" like T.I. said Like Martin Luther I dream Like Malcolm X I'm gon' fight I'm Huey P. to my team I'm Langston Hughes when I write Seem I'm trippy off of that bean That kush all in my sight And I double cup on the lean I got pink Friday all in my Sprite