(Go dummy Kyle)
(Palace, what you cookin?)
[Chorus]
Home invasion, in a day I see my face on the news
I done payed all my dues cause I'm refusing to lose
Hit that boy with that Baretta knocked him right out his shoes
How that shit make the news but they still ain't find no clues
When there's snakes where you lay you better turn off the rules
Take the stand, on my right hand, man I refuse
26, Taliban, don't trust no man, trust my Uzi
Better get your head on straight before you fuck round and lose it
[VERSE 1]
This hammer on me, it extended, I got 2 clips
I eat beef, I took my choppa out to Ruth-Chris
Before this rappin, trappin shit, I was pullin tricks
Ass popped, one night hit two licks
The opps tried to hit at me, but they fuckin missed
Thank god I had that ruga on me, squeezed the whole clip
Ain't got no daimonds, but my AR got a coolin kit
And if they send me, fuck you think, I'ma do this shit
And if I send em fuck you think, they gone do the shit
Zombie land, taliban, lil nigga who widdit
I swear the drac home run, bitch I'm too legit
He use the drugs to calm him down cause he been loosin' it
I laid him down for ten racks, and then I blew the shit
I cashed out, three bands I get these then I blew the shit
Got sixteen ounces in the mail, then they flew the shit
They askin bout that body, ain't got nun' to do with it
(Palace, what you cookin?)
[Chorus]
Home invasion, in a day I see my face on the news
I done payed all my dues cause I'm refusing to lose
Hit that boy with that Baretta knocked him right out his shoes
How that shit make the news but they still ain't find no clues
When there's snakes where you lay you better turn off the rules
Take the stand, on my right hand, man I refuse
26, Taliban, don't trust no man, trust my Uzi
Better get your head on straight before you fuck round and lose it
[VERSE 1]
This hammer on me, it extended, I got 2 clips
I eat beef, I took my choppa out to Ruth-Chris
Before this rappin, trappin shit, I was pullin tricks
Ass popped, one night hit two licks
The opps tried to hit at me, but they fuckin missed
Thank god I had that ruga on me, squeezed the whole clip
Ain't got no daimonds, but my AR got a coolin kit
And if they send me, fuck you think, I'ma do this shit
And if I send em fuck you think, they gone do the shit
Zombie land, taliban, lil nigga who widdit
I swear the drac home run, bitch I'm too legit
He use the drugs to calm him down cause he been loosin' it
I laid him down for ten racks, and then I blew the shit
I cashed out, three bands I get these then I blew the shit
Got sixteen ounces in the mail, then they flew the shit
They askin bout that body, ain't got nun' to do with it
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