Gold
Blaow
Stupid
Look, know what the fuck it is, ngga (Soul assassins)
Comin to kill, yo
Check
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Ayo, word to the connect, you know my customers
That I serve, I bow to keep my foot on ya neck
Knock the noodles out ya noggin for a brick and a check
Leave no vital signs for the EMS to collect
My heart pump ice cold blood, no love, gold slugs
Where I'm from, they die young, lucky to be a old thug
You either went legal or chased the evils and sold drugs
In the field, duckin pigs, weasels and the cobras
This the soul of a soldier
I get my knuckles bloody, both boots muddy, fucking you nggas up for the culture
Don't come closеr, I shoot to kill
They dumb, deaf and blind still and think evеrything but the truth is real
Fuck it, just have commas in ya budget
Or don't say shit to me, I didn't have riches in my history
So I'm going out for mine viciously
Pay bands to [for rhymes ?]twenty four for sixty piece
Pick your poison, I don't mind buildin or destroyin
I find readin and shootin enjoyin
Get all ya rapper friends in a circle and tell 'em "join in"
I smoke all them nggas in one puff when I roll up
You made a few moves, ngga, so what, you're still garbage
You're just another fuckin target in the range that I shoot all up in the face after I aim
And sign my name in ya bloodstains
[Verse 2: Rigz]
[Outro]
Blaow
Stupid
Look, know what the fuck it is, ngga (Soul assassins)
Comin to kill, yo
Check
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Ayo, word to the connect, you know my customers
That I serve, I bow to keep my foot on ya neck
Knock the noodles out ya noggin for a brick and a check
Leave no vital signs for the EMS to collect
My heart pump ice cold blood, no love, gold slugs
Where I'm from, they die young, lucky to be a old thug
You either went legal or chased the evils and sold drugs
In the field, duckin pigs, weasels and the cobras
This the soul of a soldier
I get my knuckles bloody, both boots muddy, fucking you nggas up for the culture
Don't come closеr, I shoot to kill
They dumb, deaf and blind still and think evеrything but the truth is real
Fuck it, just have commas in ya budget
Or don't say shit to me, I didn't have riches in my history
So I'm going out for mine viciously
Pay bands to [for rhymes ?]twenty four for sixty piece
Pick your poison, I don't mind buildin or destroyin
I find readin and shootin enjoyin
Get all ya rapper friends in a circle and tell 'em "join in"
I smoke all them nggas in one puff when I roll up
You made a few moves, ngga, so what, you're still garbage
You're just another fuckin target in the range that I shoot all up in the face after I aim
And sign my name in ya bloodstains
[Verse 2: Rigz]
[Outro]
( DJ Muggs x Rigz )
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