Land Mine (feat. Ransom)

Yo, yo, yo, ha

Told these **** man, I ain't motherfucking playing, man

Know I'm saying? Right

Let's go

Trust, ****

Huh, right

Let's go

Aye yo, my closet filled with mostly furs

And all the guns I collected, praying one day, we hopefully purge

My shooters is real low preserved

Could go for nerds, wolves in sheep clothing

They rolling herbs, from the dirt so we chose to splurge

Our most concern was getting money, fucking bitches and smoking herb

This for my **** that open birds and choke the curb

Them the **** that know my verses is spoken word

When I speak, it's mostly verbs

I call shots and they listen, I'm seldom seen, but mostly heard

See **** catch cases over words

I ain't bragging or boasting, I'm only approaching

Who I'm 'posed to serve

Shitting like it's a bowl of turds

I left the whip fishbowl, that's just to get on your homie nerves

**** acting like I don't deserve

The Benz sign hanging over the door like it say don't disturb, trust

Bury the gold like a Pharaoh from Egypt, battle strategic

Leave your parents in fetus, paraplegic

In agreeance with elitists while talking ballots and secrets

Mystifying like a gypsy who read a tarot to speak with

And if you married the street shit, I'm forced to shoot ya

I let it ring from one knee, I'm proposing **** divorce the future

All you think about is the whores and hookah

The scene ugly, but I came back clean, ****, I brought the lufra

Game nice, I was born with the vocal chords of Luther

Back when I was poor and couldn't afford the boosters

Now I'm arriving in elegant fabrics

Buck on the dash, shorty showing no class how she yelling in traffic

Criminal minds and felony tactics, many theatrics

Penalties graphic, I tend to be accurate

I'm training mics like Cus D'Amato while fucking models

Stuffing hollows and blowing Dracos, labelled the Russian Drago