Royce da 5'9", Smoke DZA - Trust the Shooter lyrics

Trust the fucking shooter

Long live the one who got the gun
In his hand with his own plan
Long live the grown man with no gun
But still he knows the land
Long live the one truest (Truest)
Death to the one foolish (Foolish)
Long live the one who ain't gon' say shit
He just gon' come bump into you
Death to the man who loves himself less
Than he loves his fucking jewelry
Long live the man who gon' be the
Street judge and the fucking jury
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses
Like a fucking bustin' Ruger
I don't give a fuck who he is
Trust the fucking shooter
So many flows, so many flows, so many flows
Niggas close so many, so so many
So many doors
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses
Like a fucking bustin' Ruger
The rabbit got the gun now, nigga
Trust the fucking shooter, uh

Nigga I'm focused like a motherfucker
Niggas with me loc'n' like a motherfucker
Pencil barrels smoking like a motherfucker
When we a rogue shit we chip
And dale your whole clique
We put you where you folks is
Nigga shoutout to GDs
And Chiraq, I rock with the D's Gs
On the car lot like keys please
And anywhere you hope to be is hopeless
'Cause we in the posted like a motherfucker
Shoot the funeral up, to the pulpit, podium
Obiturary, smokin' like a motherfucker
Y'all emotional gangsters, 2016 Emo G's
Millennials, from the means streets of
Beefing through memes tweets, and emojis
And Blogs sleep on me
I'mma see to it that you see more Z's (Uh)
When there's beef I don't call niggas
Niggas call me and when they call
Call the police if he ain't grow up wit us
We'd John Doe 'em we John Doe
A nigga quick leave his frame tore up, shit
Even Jane Doe her if she with him
Jane Doe a nigga's bitch
But I ain't aim for it though
Gun powder and cocaine for my cane corso
I came into your home openin' 4-4's
Even though I came in full clothes
Death in the air got me laying mo-low
You could pay for protection
Whoever you with when you
Disrespect payin' for it, though
The lord is my shepherd
All the people is sheep call me the anchor
I come from the bottom
I'm deep when I speak on the
Violence reporting the evil I see
I know what you thinking here we go
Another song about a nigga who got
A gun but it's not
It's a song about a nigga who
Don't got a gun getting shot
So many flows, so many flows, so many flows
Niggas close so many, so so many
So many doors
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses
Like a fucking bustin' Ruger
The rabbit got the gun now, nigga
Trust the fucking shooter, uh

Trust the fucking shooter, uh
For you back out make the moves
Shit I've seen this happen a million times
Uh, right
Long live all the hustlers that come
And cop with straight cash
Long live all the plugs that show love
But still got class
Death to the ones get it on their
Arm and run off with cash
Long live all the goons who get
Half just to find their ass line your fast
You could never let a minute past rapidly
Long nose, think sneeze at you
You know a nigga sinus bad
Ten nine, you never mind to rag
I sit and wonder how much mind you have
Long flight, had the time to lag
I came from cross the road
To cross the globe
To off the load, to get all kinds of bags
Proceed you know when I go I OD
Me and my Co-D like Orenthal and AC
Roll a Fonto got the Bronco lit
Uhh, four-fifth one four-fifth
Seatbelt strap eyes focused
Long live the one who got the gun
In his hand with his own plan
Long live the grown man with no gun
But still he knows the land
Long live the one truest (Truest)
Death to the one foolish (Foolish)
Long live the one who ain't gon' say shit
He just gon' come bump into you
Death to the man who loves himself less
Than he loves his fucking jewelry
Long live the man who gon' be the
Street judge and the fucking jury
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses
Like a fucking bustin' Ruger
I don't give a fuck who he is
Trust the fucking shooter

So many flows, so many flows, so many flows
Niggas close so many, so so many
So many doors
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses
Like a fucking bustin' Ruger
The rabbit got the gun now, nigga