Things are done different in my zip code
If you think I’m joking you’re sadly mistaken
You wanna rumble? Well you can get crumbled
Today will be the grand opening of your chest
Things are done different in my zip code
If you think I’m joking you’re sadly mistaken
You wanna rumble? Well you can get crumbled
Today will be the grand opening of your chest
Yo we done told you that we out on the frontline
Now the money’s coming, niggas eating like lunchtime
Pazmania, Reef the Tazmanian, nickelbag niggas ain’t know I’m half-Ukrainian
They slept on Sour Diesel like retards
But this one’s the second coming of Isa
Ain’t got to tell you about the hoods that I’m running at But come with that shit, get your wig piece mummy-wrapped
The backyard’s where the money’s at You have to have to tell your friend’s mom her son ain’t coming back
That’s that shit that I’m talking about
You trying to make it out the hood, ain’t nobody trying to walk it out
It’s grand opening, everybody’s smoking it My Cali niggas locing it, Pharaoh niggas focusing
And I ain’t in this for the brizzels my nig
But anybody wanna beef I’m pistol-whipping their kids
Grand opening, grand closing
I box with metal gloves son the hands golden
I pop whoever stand closest
I rock thousands across oceans
I’m refreshed and I’m focused
I’m the dopest next to my brother Doap it’s
OPG, hit you like a swarm of locusts
And we don’t even deal with promoters
Just send us the deposit and tell us what time the doughs is
I’m not apologetic about how I said it How powerful the set is or the bar and how high I set it It’s how I get it, laugh when they ask debit or credit
Then reach in my pocket, proceed to peel lettuce
Let us bow our heads and rejoice in the light
It’s Lost Cauze the most powerful voice on the mic
And that’s not for discussion, don’t be making assumptions
That’s when I Steve Young ‘em, eight straight to the stomach
You sleeping with the enemy, that’s who you in bed with
I’ll put your brain matter back to the edge of the desert
Y’all ain’t never gonna win, you just a contestant
The 40 cal dumb loud and bust your intestines
You see it’s cold on the dark streets
You a corner store rapper, I’m an artiste
We Official Pistol Gang and we all beasts
I love blood, I don’t cook, it’s a raw feast
But y’all know how that go Boriquas, morenos told me that I’m a natural
So I walked in the booth and went wacko
Murdered anybody that ever wanted to battle
I love bitches but they get on my nerves
That’s the reason that I send em OT for the birds
They can take the L for me or I beat em with words
You can catch me chilling on the balc and see what to serve yeah
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