Turn Around

[Verse]
Yeah, well it's that rapper y'all ain't heard about
Lacking the word of mouth
It happens when you leave jaws slacked in a murdered crowd
Turn 'em out, how I serve 'em crack in absurd amounts
If raps were dope, well (That's what that verse about)
Ain't a better version out? Work it out, can't a person doubt
I'm a painter and a surgeon when they've heard me out
In they suburban house, or trailer in the dirty south
Himalaya range with a hymn for any age
Ain't a bird this loud, on an earth this round
I'll out shout a bald eagle from the surface ground
I'm loud
Sure as a hound ain't a word to be found with nonsense
Competence ain't a worry
I'm bound when the curtain is down
Shoot, aim, can't burden me now
Got a name you can't change with a personal noun
Serving it proud got you cursing my style
And I ain't ever shot a man in the back, turn around

[Outro]
Turn around
Never shot a man
Never, never shot a man
Never shot a man
Never shot a, shot a man
Never shot a man
Never, never shot a man
Never shot a man
Never shot a, shot a man