Intro (Protocol 3)

By AR-AB

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[Verse]

I done had bad dope and still sell it

Pound of loud zipped up, you still smell it

Homeboy wasn't there and he's still telling

I shot a nigga yesterday and he's still yelling

Free Snub, free Fray, free Baya

How can I be happy if they not?

Derry and Lee High was a trade block

I'm sipping sherm till it kill me cause they not

If I'm broke, a millionaire, it's no change

Watched my old head cook up with a coat hanger

Broad day shootouts, I'm no stranger

I'll pull it and throw bullets like Joe Namath

Hairpins squeeze like a boar

I buy Roleys then it flood like I'm Noah

I done put four zips in the soda

I done put orphans in a coma

Shit ain't been the same sincе I bought a brick

Tryna turn corporate off of one away

If homie ain't a suckеr, what you call him then?

Cause he screamed like a girl when he saw a stick

All I ever wanted was a Louis belt

I done took niggas lives in the pursuit of wealth

My little cousin Rob was always high

But I wonder what he took that made him shoot himself

I'll never starve, baby I'm a boss

Caught my first body and my baby mama called

Thinking bout the nights when we was laying in the dark

Started weighing hard out a millionaire's jawn

Swizz Beatz and Baby said "It's you next"

New belt, big H under the crew neck

Just had a thirty-six and there's two left

I'll make the two TEC's do a duet

We not the same, the best cloth is my fabric

It's about like twenty years I've been out trapping

Bando, I had to sleep in my jacket

My clip a long story, five chapters

I've got too much power but I deal with it

Could pull the money out my pocket and get you killed with it

Your girl cheat every day and you still with her

Shit, this vision where bowl was my meal ticket

So thank God I ain't get the job

My homie shot his baby mom, she tried to get him robbed

Our last lick was crazy, I swear to God

I shot a nigga ten times and he wouldn't die

Everyday another rapper get exposed

Where I'm from you get a job or get it whole

If you're thinking bout robbing me, just dig a hole

I seen a nigga buy a mansion off the kitchen stove

Back then we both had the same goals

I cook coke and eat out the same bowl

I'm done praying for bank rolls that can't fold

It's hard to name some real niggas that ain't told

I know these suckers can't stand me

When it's war I perform like the Grammys

My nigga Paul was addicted to Xannys

He popped ten then he shot his whole family

Everybody real till you see their statement

These Yeezys cost me eighteen, I ain't wear them lately

Seth classed half a brick and grabbed an apron

Baking soda, one-on-one, Gary Payton

On sight mean that you war in public

My trap house do more than Warren Buffett

What's ten dope? I'll kill someone if you don't cut it

Got no heart, I make her walk if she don't suck it

I'm pitching birds underhanded

If they catch me they gon' send me to another planet

Riding dirty, the cops saw me, I never panicked

I done mailed the mother load and it never landed