Loadout, Pt. 1

Go in yo hood right now with a load out F*ck 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