[Intro]
The Butcher comin', nigga
I know you got your gun on you, nigga
Fuck you gon' do with that though?
[Verse 1]
Guns don't make you safe, but I'm strapped with mines (Got mine)
It's about awareness and your reaction time (How fast you move)
I gave hammers to little niggas who not responsible for 'em (Damn)
The power of havin' a gun a big obstacle for 'em (Uh)
In every hood in the country, yeah, them cannons flarin' (Brr)
The street niggas won't outlive their grandparents (Woo)
But fuck you supposed to do when it's hate that they got for you?
And you easy to trace 'cause your face recognizable, huh? (Damn)
I kept it straight, bеin' fake was never honorablе (One hundred)
We different 'cause runnin' around snakes never bothered you (You a snake too)
Talk that tough shit, you never see me jackin' it
This heat clappin' make street savages peace advocates
I'm on the west coast with a bitch that's East African
I used to take a nine out of a brick and repackage it (Yeah)
OGs put us on and we cherished it
Now, all my young niggas shooters like Pete Maravich (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, ah)
You shot up a crowd and thought you was gangster (Think you a gangster?)
But hit a kid 'cause killers don't go to shootin' ranges (Fucked up)
You know my neighborhood was super dangerous
A record deal would get you lit, but a robbery'll make you super famous (You litty)
These new niggas just stop and pull it (Uh huh)
Traded in this innocence for a box of bullets (Damn)
If it's work in the house, it belong to the trapper
And guns on tour buses always belong to the rapper, uh (Live by it, you die by it)
The Butcher comin', nigga
I know you got your gun on you, nigga
Fuck you gon' do with that though?
[Verse 1]
Guns don't make you safe, but I'm strapped with mines (Got mine)
It's about awareness and your reaction time (How fast you move)
I gave hammers to little niggas who not responsible for 'em (Damn)
The power of havin' a gun a big obstacle for 'em (Uh)
In every hood in the country, yeah, them cannons flarin' (Brr)
The street niggas won't outlive their grandparents (Woo)
But fuck you supposed to do when it's hate that they got for you?
And you easy to trace 'cause your face recognizable, huh? (Damn)
I kept it straight, bеin' fake was never honorablе (One hundred)
We different 'cause runnin' around snakes never bothered you (You a snake too)
Talk that tough shit, you never see me jackin' it
This heat clappin' make street savages peace advocates
I'm on the west coast with a bitch that's East African
I used to take a nine out of a brick and repackage it (Yeah)
OGs put us on and we cherished it
Now, all my young niggas shooters like Pete Maravich (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, ah)
You shot up a crowd and thought you was gangster (Think you a gangster?)
But hit a kid 'cause killers don't go to shootin' ranges (Fucked up)
You know my neighborhood was super dangerous
A record deal would get you lit, but a robbery'll make you super famous (You litty)
These new niggas just stop and pull it (Uh huh)
Traded in this innocence for a box of bullets (Damn)
If it's work in the house, it belong to the trapper
And guns on tour buses always belong to the rapper, uh (Live by it, you die by it)
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