This country making monsters
Through police and through the army, man they'll give you guns to kill a man
You do it for the motherland
Man, they got you justifying murder
This country making monsters
Through the streets with all these gangs and robbers, give you guns to kill a man
You doing it to feed your fam
Man, they got you justifying murder
I'm from where the drivers traded in their taxis for a hearse
Population of the living got outnumbered by the dead
Ain't nobody shooting back cos everybody shooting first
Get hurt, if you take cover, that's the Madden curse
Don't know where the line is, when they carry chrome just get to booking
Better backup or get sent to the cloud by the macs they're using
Drive-by, the roll-up handle broken but that's not a nuisance
Never get the windows fixed cos they have no trouble shooting
All these niggas robbing and wearing masks to conceal cover
Only see their eyes when they hitting scores like they Dybala
They will pull a gun on your lady and on your sweet mother
They will even draw on a baby, Tha Carter III cover
In the streets there's really no telling you gotta keep the code
That's the one, the cardinal rule is don't get police involved
Catch a snitch, tell his team, when the bullets slither in
They should never cry outside, they should keep that grief indoor
When you move obey the rules to the letter like Ouiji boards
When you got them fees and mouths to feed these checks not feasible
So you start with selling weed and move to unartisanals
Selling coke so white it started marching with a tiki torch
Either the police will persecute or they are in pursuit
Almost forgot execute"well how they knew?"
They pressed your crew
Talking bout"they need some proof", they got your prints and pictures too
Posting dope and pieces, I'm surprised they didn't get you soon
I can't live a life of crime I witnessed what that shit can do
Life of paranoia, head on swivel, always cynical
Can't even drive normal, you know, keep your hand on ten and two
One hand on the steering wheel, the other tending to the tool
Round these parts they prey on plates like saying grace on dinner food
Steal your car and sell for parts, they'll steal your heart and sell it too
If they could, the shit is cold, sinning at it's pinnacle
Tuck your chain, you better hide your ice they playing peek-a-boo
This country making monsters
Through police and through the army, man they'll give you guns to kill a man
You do it for the motherland
Man, they got you justifying murder
This country making monsters
Through the streets with all these gangs and robbers, give you guns to kill a man
You doing it to feed your fam
Man, they got you justifying murder
Just cause I ain't banging don't mean I'm soft don't get shit confused
Bloody knuckle fights in the dead of night I've been in a few
Mama face all saddened by the bruises that she's tending to
Man she didn't suffer for me to make her life difficult
But if he claims he'll walk me down the dog in me is happy begging
You think you cold, let's stroll, I'm not the one to egg on
If it boils down to shells, we've been hardened, why we head strong
You thought it'd go over easy, now you running, you were dead wrong
Now he scared tryna parlay with me and he's the one y'all bet on
Y'all invest with long shots sniper bullets go through kevlar
All these stares will make me spiral not the one to step on
22, the guns extended, Derrick Henry stiff arm
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This country making monsters
Through police and through the army, man they'll give you guns to kill a man
You do it for the motherland
Man, they got you justifying murder
This country making monsters
Through the streets with all these gangs and robbers, give you guns to kill a man
You doing it to feed your fam
Man, they got you justifying murder
I'm from where the drivers traded in their taxis for a hearse
Population of the living got outnumbered by the dead
Ain't nobody shooting back cos everybody shooting first
Get hurt, if you take cover, that's the Madden curse
Don't know where the line is, when they carry chrome just get to booking
Better backup or get sent to the cloud by the macs they're using
Drive-by, the roll-up handle broken but that's not a nuisance
Never get the windows fixed cos they have no trouble shooting
All these niggas robbing and wearing masks to conceal cover
Only see their eyes when they hitting scores like they Dybala
They will pull a gun on your lady and on your sweet mother
They will even draw on a baby, Tha Carter III cover
In the streets there's really no telling you gotta keep the code
That's the one, the cardinal rule is don't get police involved
Catch a snitch, tell his team, when the bullets slither in
They should never cry outside, they should keep that grief indoor
When you move obey the rules to the letter like Ouiji boards
When you got them fees and mouths to feed these checks not feasible
So you start with selling weed and move to unartisanals
Selling coke so white it started marching with a tiki torch
Either the police will persecute or they are in pursuit
Almost forgot execute"well how they knew?"
They pressed your crew
Talking bout"they need some proof", they got your prints and pictures too
Posting dope and pieces, I'm surprised they didn't get you soon
I can't live a life of crime I witnessed what that shit can do
Life of paranoia, head on swivel, always cynical
Can't even drive normal, you know, keep your hand on ten and two
One hand on the steering wheel, the other tending to the tool
Round these parts they prey on plates like saying grace on dinner food
Steal your car and sell for parts, they'll steal your heart and sell it too
If they could, the shit is cold, sinning at it's pinnacle
Tuck your chain, you better hide your ice they playing peek-a-boo
This country making monsters
Through police and through the army, man they'll give you guns to kill a man
You do it for the motherland
Man, they got you justifying murder
This country making monsters
Through the streets with all these gangs and robbers, give you guns to kill a man
You doing it to feed your fam
Man, they got you justifying murder
Just cause I ain't banging don't mean I'm soft don't get shit confused
Bloody knuckle fights in the dead of night I've been in a few
Mama face all saddened by the bruises that she's tending to
Man she didn't suffer for me to make her life difficult
But if he claims he'll walk me down the dog in me is happy begging
You think you cold, let's stroll, I'm not the one to egg on
If it boils down to shells, we've been hardened, why we head strong
You thought it'd go over easy, now you running, you were dead wrong
Now he scared tryna parlay with me and he's the one y'all bet on
Y'all invest with long shots sniper bullets go through kevlar
All these stares will make me spiral not the one to step on
22, the guns extended, Derrick Henry stiff arm
Through police and through the army, man they'll give you guns to kill a man
You do it for the motherland
Man, they got you justifying murder
This country making monsters
Through the streets with all these gangs and robbers, give you guns to kill a man
You doing it to feed your fam
Man, they got you justifying murder
I'm from where the drivers traded in their taxis for a hearse
Population of the living got outnumbered by the dead
Ain't nobody shooting back cos everybody shooting first
Get hurt, if you take cover, that's the Madden curse
Don't know where the line is, when they carry chrome just get to booking
Better backup or get sent to the cloud by the macs they're using
Drive-by, the roll-up handle broken but that's not a nuisance
Never get the windows fixed cos they have no trouble shooting
All these niggas robbing and wearing masks to conceal cover
Only see their eyes when they hitting scores like they Dybala
They will pull a gun on your lady and on your sweet mother
They will even draw on a baby, Tha Carter III cover
In the streets there's really no telling you gotta keep the code
That's the one, the cardinal rule is don't get police involved
Catch a snitch, tell his team, when the bullets slither in
They should never cry outside, they should keep that grief indoor
When you move obey the rules to the letter like Ouiji boards
When you got them fees and mouths to feed these checks not feasible
So you start with selling weed and move to unartisanals
Selling coke so white it started marching with a tiki torch
Either the police will persecute or they are in pursuit
Almost forgot execute"well how they knew?"
They pressed your crew
Talking bout"they need some proof", they got your prints and pictures too
Posting dope and pieces, I'm surprised they didn't get you soon
I can't live a life of crime I witnessed what that shit can do
Life of paranoia, head on swivel, always cynical
Can't even drive normal, you know, keep your hand on ten and two
One hand on the steering wheel, the other tending to the tool
Round these parts they prey on plates like saying grace on dinner food
Steal your car and sell for parts, they'll steal your heart and sell it too
If they could, the shit is cold, sinning at it's pinnacle
Tuck your chain, you better hide your ice they playing peek-a-boo
This country making monsters
Through police and through the army, man they'll give you guns to kill a man
You do it for the motherland
Man, they got you justifying murder
This country making monsters
Through the streets with all these gangs and robbers, give you guns to kill a man
You doing it to feed your fam
Man, they got you justifying murder
Just cause I ain't banging don't mean I'm soft don't get shit confused
Bloody knuckle fights in the dead of night I've been in a few
Mama face all saddened by the bruises that she's tending to
Man she didn't suffer for me to make her life difficult
But if he claims he'll walk me down the dog in me is happy begging
You think you cold, let's stroll, I'm not the one to egg on
If it boils down to shells, we've been hardened, why we head strong
You thought it'd go over easy, now you running, you were dead wrong
Now he scared tryna parlay with me and he's the one y'all bet on
Y'all invest with long shots sniper bullets go through kevlar
All these stares will make me spiral not the one to step on
22, the guns extended, Derrick Henry stiff arm
Writer: Kwasi Budu
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