B.L.U.T.E. - Loadout, Pt. 1

Go in yo hood right now with a load out
Fuck using ghost
Nigga I'm ready to show out
Looking like Itachi
Way I'm creeping through yo house
Nigga need a perky
While I'm ready to go now
If somebody got a problem with me
Nigga up it
Shoot first
Ask later
Ain't no discussion
Mac 11 with a drum
Sounds like percussion
Camp in yo building
While real niggas rush in
Gotta keep a pole if a nigga go wit me
4 for foes if a nigga weigh a buck fifty
Lose yo soul if you go toe to toe with me
John Marston
Leave you holy since the lord wit me
I don't need friends
No I don't need homies
I leave bodies steaming
I'm cooking jabronis
if I am a pussy
Then nigga come show me
My squad be ready
While you niggas waiting
Debating
Your limelight is fading
You got 15 minutes
But your shine is shady
You niggas be bitches
This tramp is a lady
You claim you on go
But yo gun is on safety
No you don't air it
Yo Bestfreind declared it
He said you a fan
So you not in Paris
You not the real nigga you claiming
So stop it
I'm mew you ditto so I'm worth the profit
Nigga got balls
But his aim off target
Big gun
Blast off
Ooooh team rocket
Now yo organs
Look like vomit
Feel like hitman
Dead guy
Target
If I'm on go
Then I don't need no one
Niggas be sorry
I learned from the shogun
I'm sorry Cory
But I wanna pole dump
I know he bitch
Cause I watched his soul run
Mmmm
Life is like blackjack
Mag get flushed if a nigga won't back back
Master of all things
Superpowers like Jackjack's
Gun so big
Won't fit in my backpack
Now you wanna backtrack
Bullets give flashbacks
Sorry that they did that
No, I'm not sorry
But the gun got a kickback
Yes I went to school thinking that I'd be a doctor
Yes I want the gold and the fame and to prosper
My pen is my sword
Not Percy I'm Arthur
I'm one with the force
So Luke I'm your father

Written by:
Ashden Hayden

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