The Pistol

Yeah, for real

Long time, poor people have suffered

And check this: long time, we fighting

Even pull out gun for the food, see?

We ain't trying to hear sh*t but what? (Cash money)

The whole world operating off of (Cash money)

To all my n*ggas with a whole lot of (Cash money)

Watch your back, money

You couldn't never

Understand how my mind tick

I'm on some old school

Crime sh*t, where n*ggas hold tools to keep their dimes lit

Ain't no rules with these iron shots of stone, dun

This heat burn through your flesh, straight to the bones

I'll reach for the Buddha cess and zone

I'll probably have a future of stress, stay depressed, and be alone

But, as far as the present time, it's on

I'll represent mines 'til I return to the essence and I'm dead and gone

Nobody want to be broke and you neither

Put me on the corner, watch me catch a quick case of cream fever

If you be popping sh*t, my n*ggas won't believe ya

Probably punch you in the face and take your wallet when we see ya

But son, it gets deeper

I'm running with a clique that's being

Hunted by the grim reaper

To all my peoples

In the man keeper, let your situation be a teacher

Ain't nothing like a education

When I was locked down

I learned about patience and dedication

And not to say sh*t unless you need a motherf*cking face lift

And, as a youth, I was a outcast, running 'round

With pellet guns, playing War, but now it's all about cash

I'm caught up, caught up and amidst this sh*t

And I ain't trying to hear sh*t, son

My crew got cash to get

Blast you with the pistol if I have to

In my mind, it's all about cash in the fistful (Fistful)

I'm caught up and amidst this sh*t

And I ain't trying to hear sh*t, dun

My crew got cash to get

Splash you with the pistol if I have to

In my mind, it's all about cash in the fistful

Up late night

And upset, I'm fed up

N*ggas is coming up

Wet, I'm dead up

F*ck trying to keep your head up

And when it go down, word bond, we got to dead up

Too many locked down upstate—son, it's a set up

My life has sped up many years—I'm straight up

Plenty beers for who ain't here and those who ate up

Test and get sprayed up in the club

We couldn't run it

So we take the blade up in the booth since we couldn't shoot

We heat it up, losing the shirt, showing the bare chest

I'm blessed

Puffing the skunk make me care less

The best that you can do is duck my f*cking crew

If the slugs don't get ya, Lord J'll dig ya

Acting artificial get you burnt by the pistol

Before it's done, even my guns'll turn to missiles

Don't have to blow the whistle on you 'cause everybody knows

You got to watch yourself around borderline psychos

Who know my people got to hold a mint or they ain't worth a cent

How can you represent if you can't pay the rent?

And leave a dent in my lifetime

I'm caught up

In trife crime

In fights you never know what you might find

We stand firm, meanwhile, 'cause n*ggas that seem wild

Be bucking blanks

If they was men, they wouldn't f*ck with pranks

I'll leave them n*ggas alone and stay home until

It cool down and they remember how my tool sound

Caught up and amidst this sh*t

And I ain't trying to hear sh*t, son

My crew got cash to get

Blast you with the pistol if I have to

In my mind, it's all about cash in the fistful (Fistful)

Caught up and amidst this sh*t

And I ain't trying to hear sh*t, son

My crew got cash to get

Splash you with the pistol if I have to

In my mind, it's all about cash in the fistful

We ain't trying to hear sh*t but what? (Cash money)

The whole world operating off of (Cash money)

To all my n*ggas with a whole lot of (Cash money)

Watch your back, money

Yeah, we up on what we dealing with

We ain't no criminals

We got the right to have gats

Long as the army, navy, air force, marine got gats

We gon' hold heat, know'm saying?

'Cause our army got to represent for us

Word up, ayyo, Maintain (Yeah)

Set that sh*t, son

Forever keeping

My sh*t cocked for drama

Stainless steel, sh*t is for real

The way these rats is known to squeal, making sour deals

Thugs up in amidst of these drugs, caught up in the humble

Bricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx rumble

Plagues spreading

Devils get deaded, never regret it

Only known to set it

Still in existence, obviously you're jetted

Speak the desert, I'll see the pyramid and eagle

Back of the dollar bill

Ill deceitful, we consider lethal

God falling, n*ggas be pouring, guzzling alcoholics

Two drinks, too many's like whitey infiltrating your fortress

Sh*t is on

We're 'bout to form

Best prepare

For the storm

Y'all funny n*ggas quick to ring the alarm

Bomb fell, and now a nation is gel

We had to dwell

For four hundred or more

The Lord had the righteous living poor

Resurrecting the true and living back to power

Devils getting devoured, n*ggas heard the God holler