War Drums

They copping my drug spot, they loving it

It's hot, I move the pot with a oven mitt

My crack look like the moon and the sky

Fuck you, you and your goon could die

I think big and got ink like a ink squid

I got tats like a esse

And I might write raps or an essay

And play craps on the best day

The dice hit the floor

I lost, I rolled a six four

Jump in the car, I rolled a six four

And the whip color Jupiter too

But this shit look stupid in blue

Hey boo, your man keep fronting on steel

Fuck around, he'll be in front of my steel

And that'll be the last thing he'll ever see

My nine, blam, the fine crime  executed

Official shine, Jesus looking electrocuted

We getting stacks, ain't no time to relax

Dropped a hundred on some scallops, eating dinners for snacks

Hand made Cubans, hand made pastas

Hand held hammers that we purchased off the rosters

Sometime you gotta die before you start to live

Where I'm from **** roll up in your crib

You could beat a case with the right amendment

I stay fly for a living like a flight attendant

Cover me, counting currency that I invented

Nothing is ever rented, **** we owners

You could get your arm broke off trying to dethrone us

My math got switched up, you bitches can't phone us

Home ass hat over my thinker

Polish off what I stay flashing like a blinker

Look, Versace shades, gold Rolly feeling like Big Papa

Ain't nothing worse than a snitch in a life of mobsters

I broke bread wit your mate, took advice from rastas

Maze said I'm in Queens more than Mike Piazza

Just a TV and a scale, that's a house for trappers

I got a whole brick and then I cook ounces for practice

I love how these rap **** run their mouths in these captions

I still never seen a hollow tip bounce off a rapper, naw

Lemon squeeze in a set of gloves

We catch you on the rebound like Kevin Love

The hate kept me on my toes, it was never love

I ran off with a half and found a better plug

Money coming fast, need a minute to count it

I bought all my shooters vests, get my bitches allowance

This for those that gotta sit, blowing sticks in the mountains

Let's got to war till the death toll get in the thousands, pussy