Bang

My truth is my weapon I let it bang Viewer discretion With gold on my chain Our freedom’s a blessing I let it bang Truth is my weapon I let it bang Run it up, run it up Paper chase Gunnin’ for ya Coming for the crown We ain’t never stepping down Picture us, in the cut All designer, one of one You can never stop this shine, we gonna shut it down I’m’a run laps round all you rats Get the cheese fast Still make that last Ain’t nobody touching us Wrist too fast Told these boys eat dust Hittin’ licks too fast Run it up, run it up We don’t ever backtrack Gunning for the gold We ain’t never going back Picture us in the cut, eating shrimp, living lavish All my chains are gold; all your jewellery brass My truth is my weapon I let it bang Viewer discretion With gold on my chain Our freedom’s a blessing I let it bang Truth is my weapon I let it bang Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist on gold Vroom, vroom, best believe my whip’s on go Stacking all this chicken got it stuck in my throat And stuffing all these turkeys ’Bout to serve to my folks Talking to my dog he said I’m sick, stay in bed This chicken on my plate gon’ make me big in the head That’s the one condition that I chose to obtain I split it up with my people, now we all sick in the brain Designer purses and watches, now we all living so flawless Never made sense not to live like this Yes, I been hitting my quota, ain’t even been to my office I’m’a have it all, make ’em say my name My truth is my weapon I let it bang Viewer discretion With gold on my chain Our freedom’s a blessing I let it bang Truth is my weapon I let it bang I let it bang I let it bang I let it bang I let it bang My truth is my weapon I let it bang Viewer discretion With gold on my chain Our freedom’s a blessing I let it bang Truth is my weapon I let it bang