BANE

(News produced this beat) gladiator I got a 50 on the Glock, go ahead and think it's a game Quick to test it on an op if he mentions my name Rapping land in my city, I'm probably taking his chain Catch a bullet for my gang, yeah I'm taking the bang Friends like birthdays, you never expect them to change See my dog, kill my dog and I love them the same Take it back to the trap, the kitchen covered in 'cane Eat a nigga with the mask on, feeling like bang I'm Mike Myers with a 50 clip (mike Myers) Why you hand out if you ain't give me shit? (No) Back door wide open, on my toes and shit Bust down, rollie on me, look like frozen piss Hold up, no phones on the hickas, they could pin the low Everybody gone if I tell them so I been called fake by family members 'cause I told them no No gang can never tell on you, man, how you tell on bro? Love it when I'm talking that pussy shit, I don't like it quiet Only fuck with bad bitches, wait, do that make me biased? When he catch that op, gap it down with me, stop trying I'll up this shit out the pocket like I'm Matt Ryan I got a 50 on the Glock, go ahead and think it's a game Quick to test it on an op if he mentions my name Rapping land in my city, I'm probably taking his chain Catch a bullet for my gang, yeah I'm taking the bang Friends like birthdays, you never expect them to change (no) See my dog, kill my dog and I love them the same Take it back to the trap, the kitchen covered in 'cane Eat a nigga with the mask on, feeling like bang (grrr, boom, boom) You only buzzing in your city, how you big as me? Knew me in the streets before the end of street Let that shit go to your head and you gon' lose it Really play this game, I done proved it, fuck the music Flirtin' with the stewardess, first class in Delta Mama bills paid, remember times I couldn't help but (I remember) Love your TSA, dang, but no, you can't force it I know faith really fuck pop 'cause she a north bitch Retaliation for homies, I know revenge (know revenge) Rhyme Ryan with a Tommy and a stolen bench And for you to know your opps, you gotta know your friends (know your friends) Sometimes when I'm alone, I talk to my sins (my sins) I got a 50 on the Glock, go ahead and think it's a game (game, game) Quick to test it on an op if he mentions my name Rapping land in my city, I'm probably taking his chain Catch a bullet for my gang, yeah I'm taking the bang Friends like birthdays, you never expect them to change (i know) See my dog, kill my dog and I love them the same Take it back to the trap, the kitchen covered in 'cane Eat a nigga with the mask on, feeling like bang Round of applause I had an entire Jersey City conversation And didn't highlight that Albee is home (word? Oh, word) Albee is home (clap it again, that's what's up) That was great news to wake up to (hell yeah) And this video footage out made me happy (he's dope, man, very dope) Somebody said, who was that? They said such and such me, Albee lawyer, yo (trump?) No, somebody else, one of them rappers, I don't remember But yeah, shout out to Jersey City, shout out to Albee