Royce da 5'9", Grafh - It's All About lyrics

I fuck with niggas that murder
They do the type of shit you ain't heard of
Divide a nigga clique with the burner
It's all about ahhhhhh ah ah ah
Ah ahhhhhh ah ah ah ah

I'm like Socrates
So to assume is to make an ass out
Of you fast after you drop to me
Look at the word, that's a suit
That's what you would do
Choo-choo train handguns, do your crew
I squeeze while I'm lookin at you
Cause you made a mistake like
My nigga Crooked I's tattoo
I'm the answer - you niggas is candy
Ya heart pump blood yet smell
Like a Jolly Rancher
While I'm lampin in my mansion
With my private dancer
My man's outside of your house
My hired campers
I ain't the hardest nigga in the world
All I know is if you love me
And know me you know I

Yup, you know I fucks with
Them niggas that murder
They trigger finger's itchy when
They grippin them burners
I am not a 9-to-5'er
I don't sit with them workers
Nigga I was flippin work while
You was flippin them burgers
But I used to work in offices
Now I'm the president
I'm where the Oval Office is but
I don't roll with officers
I roll with loaded cartidges
Don't know what law enforcement is
I know, I was marvelous
The road is like an orphanage
I blow and explode because I'm the arsonist
Unloadin where the target is i throw
Gang signs when I pose for photographers
You don't know what the motto is
It's death before dishonor
Black Hand President
I's elected before Obama i'da ran

Yeah (yeah) black Hand (Black Hand)
MIC records, Gracie Prod'
Y'all know what it is nigga
It's Mr porter, from here on out
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