The Black Hand
Me not gwan lie every pussy man gwan die
Every batiman gwan die
Every batiman gwan die
I ain't chasin' nothin' homie so just
Gimme the bag
Bullets travel at the speed of Thor
Get hit with the mag
You can fuck around, lay around
You can get dragged
I will bomb on motherfuckers like
I'm hittin' the tag
This a death wish homie
Y'all are liable to die
This is Hammurabi Code, this a eye for an eye
I can see inside where his ideology lie
You supposed to supply workers if
You got the supply
Divine retribution, pa, fire and brimstone
It's a trench knife dagger and
It made from a shinbone
Tubular bells ring tone
The Mossberg flex make a change
To your skin tone
There's nothin' changin' everything is
Carved into stone
I will cook 'em till the meat
Falls off of the bone
What's your life like
Akhi? You just sat in the fray
And I'm stayin' in the hood
Like an African braid batiman
Me not gwan lie every pussy man gwan die
Every batiman gwan die
Every batiman gwan die
Hey yo, hey yo
Last call house send them shots
At you like bartenders
Blow your brain out of the
Window over the car fender
I'm used to hearin' shit like "trust me
Nigga we got you" same pussy you trust
Same pussy that shot you fake hand shakes
Phoney hugs and all the smirkin'
Never trust a nigga around
You that's never workin'
Down to his last couple dollars
He gettin' nervous
Rob you then get killed for it
It wasn't worth it
Bitches sleep with you then sleep
With your best friend
I don't follow none of you
Dudes I set trends
I ain't tryin' to tell you shit
I'm tryin' to show you
Keep your eyes close on the
Motherfuckers that owe you
You will catch a bullet the
Same minute you jack me
I don't play the shotgun nigga
I want the back seat
I'm from a place where they'll rob
You if you got bread
And clean-cut niggas be grimier
Than a mob head moz
Me not gwan lie every pussy man gwan die
Every batiman gwan die
Every batiman gwan die
