Текст песни
Today will be the grand opening of your chest, laugh when they ask debit or credit
You a corner store rapper, we official pistol gang and we all beasts, that s that shit that i m talking about
eight straight to the stomach
But come with that shit, you wanna rumble
You wanna rumble, i m not apologetic about how i said it Bonus, you just a contestant
yo we done told you that we out on the frontline
I love blood, you trying to make it out the hood, i box with metal gloves son the hands golden
You sleeping with the enemy, well you can get crumbled, i m an artiste
Murdered anybody that ever wanted to battle, hit you like a swarm of locusts
and that s not for discussion
That s the reason that i send em ot for the birds, today will be the grand opening of your chest
I box with metal gloves son the hands golden, we official pistol gang and we all beasts, if you think i m joking you re sadly mistaken
Things are done different in my zip code, ain t got to tell you about the hoods that i m running at
laugh when they ask debit or credit
Grand opening, grand closing
I pop whoever stand closest, reef the tazmanian, reef the tazmanian
I don t cook, but come with that shit
and that s not for discussion
Laugh when they ask debit or credit, the backyard s where the money s at
Grand opening, i pop whoever stand closest
It s lost cauze the most powerful voice on the mic, the 40 cal dumb loud and bust your intestines, ain t nobody trying to walk it out
You just a contestant, well you can get crumbled, i love bitches but they get on my nerves
I ll put your brain matter back to the edge of the desert, let us bow our heads and rejoice in the light
I rock thousands across oceans, i m the dopest next to my brother doap it s
It s a raw feast, ain t got to tell you about the hoods that i m running at, you have to have to tell your friend s mom her son ain t coming back
today will be the grand opening of your chest
Don t be making assumptions, y all ain t never gonna win, but y all know how that go
You sleeping with the enemy, don t be making assumptions
i m the dopest next to my brother doap it s
you wanna rumble
that s that shit that i m talking about
Everybody s smoking it, ain t nobody trying to walk it out, we official pistol gang and we all beasts
But come with that shit, you just a contestant
y all ain t never gonna win
Don t be making assumptions, then reach in my pocket