Gold
Blaow
Stupid
Look, know what the fuck it is, n*gga (Soul assassins)
Comin to kill, yo
Check

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Ayo, word to the connect, you know my customers
That I serve, I bow to keep my foot on ya neck
Knock the noodles out ya noggin for a brick and a check
Leave no vital signs for the EMS to collect
My heart pump ice cold blood, no love, gold slugs
Where I'm from, they die young, lucky to be a old thug
You either went legal or chased the evils and sold drugs
In the field, duckin pigs, weasels and the cobras
This the soul of a soldier
I get my knuckles bloody, both boots muddy, fucking you n***as up for the culture
Don't come closеr, I shoot to kill
They dumb, deaf and blind still and think evеrything but the truth is real
Fuck it, just have commas in ya budget
Or don't say shit to me, I didn't have riches in my history
So I'm going out for mine viciously
Pay bands to [for rhymes ?]twenty four for sixty piece
Pick your poison, I don't mind buildin or destroyin
I find readin and shootin enjoyin
Get all ya rapper friends in a circle and tell 'em "join in"
I smoke all them n***as in one puff when I roll up
You made a few moves, n***a, so what, you're still garbage
You're just another fuckin target in the range that I shoot all up in the face after I aim
And sign my name in ya bloodstains
[Verse 2: Rigz]
Ayo, I had to confess
Your best shit probably average at best
On average, add em up, couldn't add to the best
Simple math, pay for it, I'ma have your address
Revolvers this time, give the 'matics a rest
Far as rap, I'm the one n***as ratting about
Killed a lot of n***as songs, they ain't putting 'em out
I want money not fame, I ain't pushing for clout
Tell your man, fix his face, or i'm pushing it out
What they don't do for me, ain't something that i sown
Get out of they pockets, put something in your own
The block, stay hot, for a hustler's home
Some got raided, was buggin' on the phone
These dudes feel like you talking despise
Book my morning massage, I don't argue with guys
You not tough, just caught in the eyes
Couple stabs in your face, gonna scatter like an orphan collage
What you live, they'll harm you through it
Some get real fucked up, when your mom into it
Enbalming fluid, I don't let karma do it
Taking it far, big joint, waiting , you're hard ?
Took a map, but I'd never , a call ?
Be aware of the plots under the smile, don't ever ignore
I'm embedded with raw, so forever
For sure, whenever and whoever they are
Head on the wall
[Outro: Rigz]
(Stupid)
Come in my room man
See these heads on the wall? (Blaow!)
Search for your favorite if he ain't up there
I got a spot for 'em (Fuck outta here!)
I ain't catch him yet
Still runnin'. (Hahaha)
This what a competitor do, you know what I mean?
This is an art form
N***as be mad soft and shit
The fourth best verse on the song, and it's only two y'all
I ain't one of them, n***a
Word, I get bitches, fuck none of that
Mob shit