Hollow Points

I would move heaven, hell

And anything in between to get to you.

You wouldn't be safe anywhere

If i was mad at you.

And that's not bull, tha's truth.

I've went up against people.

You could pull a gun on me and if i'm mad

At you, i'm coming forward.

You'd have to shoot me to stop me

And if you don't kill me... you're stupid.

Cause the next time you see me... i will kill you.

They call us gorillas, we brawling,

You in coffins with killers,

You at the auction, i'm boss and

Smoking cigars at the dealer,

Nigga i'm iller, count scrilla like

Casinos, only c-notes and over,

I'm a cancer nigga no chemo,

I'm dancing with satanic people,

Life is illegal,

I'm heroin in the needle,

My emotions are see-through,

I'm evil, read your palm

Before dawn and spawn,

Calm before the storm's

Katrina nigga, i'm drawn.

Too much to handle in seconds i manhandle the peasants

Dismantle is pleasant, turn their hell to my heaven

I excel with my brethren, giving birth to nuclear weapons

I'm shooting your henchmen,

Every written verse is a lesson,

I'm close to perfection with rap nigga i'm flawless,

I'm god's light, the type to illuminate in the darkness

Hand me the trophy, the gold medals and plastic torch is lit,

Iscorch your clique, nigga i'm back again.

If i ain't on my grind then i'm high

Trying to take your cheque

I done hustled on the hottest block

And i ain't break a sweat

Aks and techs make em vacate a set

If he ain't trying to pay his debt then we a gotta spray his neck

You get laid to rest, nigga this is murderville

Now smell the essence of the el, nigga this is earth for real

Fuck a bitch, i'll leave a nigga burnt for real

Signed to the streets but the judge ain't served the deal

I just turn the wheel, hit em in the back pocket

Waiting for a pussy to creep, give him my best shot,

Now sing a lullaby, sorry mama i'm mangled

And i'm about to catch a motherfucking homicide,

This bitch named karma got me

Going crazy and it's fucking hot,

I don't wanna go away i'm like an addict in his fucking prime

Lit trying to get a hit, hungry for this money

If there's tension in the room then

You know it's coming from me.

We pull the glocks out,

We about to make a change

One to wipe your block out,

Guaranteed to hit your frame

This'll hit the vein,

The official pistol gang

Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick,

I'm guick enough to split your brain.

My rap will give you fucking brain cancer

Different question cousin same answer

Y'all motherfuckers made me scrap

Like i was kane's dancer

But there's a method to my madness unusual still

They all me pistol pete maravich moving the pill

We push a lot of everything but it's usually krill

We use a lot of weaponry when you gruesomely killed

I thought a lot of destiny but it's truthfully real

That could make a warrior like zeus if he's truthfully ill

I went to hell and then i saw the abyss,

Where dirtbag drink from the same water he piss,

It's armageddon when i ball up the fist,

It's god's consciousness that started this remarkable gift,

I was a martyr, it was horror when my father was sick

I was a monster, i would stomp you in the yard with a brick

I'm a survivor but i got the fucking charm of a pit,

That just detach you, now you got

Your fucking arm in his grip.

Niggas try to hate, we don't hear the side talk

Them loud mouths, gotta hit 'em with the white hawk

Barack wants help, all my bodies buy 'em chalk

My niggas upstate squared with the fried shock

This for y'all wild out when your cell's cracked

You know your time's short when

They trying to send your mail back

We catch bodies for the love of the block

I collect shit, i got a hammer and the glove of a cop

So while you hugging model jawns i was hugging the block,

One for the money, two for the pop, three for a rock,

Yeah, say i'm steamed when i'm pulling a scam quick,

Old reservoir dogs, lay your blood on the canvas,

Quick to blow diesel but the game is sour

And you's a pussy, where i'm from, that's the name of a coward

So when you get your weight up, i'm already in power,

Who wants war? my niggas fly planes into towers, pharaohs!

We pull the glocks out,

We about to make a change

One to wipe your block out,

Guaranteed to hit your frame

This'll hit the vein,

The official pistol gang

Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick,

I'm guick enough to split your brain.