Words R Weapons

Tote my microphone like a twelve gauge

My words - bullets straight to your face

So every time you stepping homie

I’m like yeah I got that weapon on me

I got that weapon on me,

I got that hot product,

I got the words

Word to my mama I don’t rock Prada,

I don’t rock Gucci, I don’t rock Saint Laurent,

Just some baggy ass jeans

And a pair of Air Max’s,

I don’t give a fuck what’s fashion,

I’m classic,

Like Nas in 94 I am Illmatic

As the judge sentenced me

I was laughing,

When she labeled me a -

menace to society,

America’s nightmare like I’m O Dog,

But oh dog it’s been a winding road dog,

I been on probation so long I am a pro dog,

My words become so hard,

These rappers so soft -

And all my old friends is dead to me

Put the speaker up to your head for me

Realize that my words are hollow points

Now press play and kill yourself (One Click)

Tote my microphone like a twelve gauge

My words - bullets straight to your face

So every time you stepping homie

I’m like yeah I got that weapon on me

I got that weapon on me

I got that weapon on me

I got that weapon on me

Yeah, I got that weapon on me