(Intro)
Lemme kick this shit like Nas
If y'all wanna survive
(Hook)
I got mine, I hope you
Got yourself a gun
You from the hood? I hope you
Got yourself a gun
You want beef? Hope you
Got yourself a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I want so
You tryna front? Hope you
Got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you
Got yourself a gun
(Verse 1)
My first mixtape, is a tribute to the greatest to kill this shit
I'm a nemesis, to the one's who claim that they're iller than
I the freshest of the new crew to come around
Rock a crowd, and rock the crown. The new king of the underground
I bet they wonder how, I'm leaving 'em wrecked
Their feeble attempts will not stop me from leaving a mess
I keep 'em in check. Cause I'll be bob-and-weaving, you best stick to believing
Like Jay said, I'll leave your body steaming and your mama's grieving
So y'all can stop the deceiving and acting or you're all receiving this ass kicking
It's bad business. You ain't even safe when the track's finished
I'm in or I'm out the booth
I stay with this attitude
Maintaining this altitude
I be moving mountains dude
So how about it you, really want me to shout the truth?
The streets is the place where you don't wanna catch it buddy
But come at Rory if you want a war, he'll get it bloody
(Hook)
I got mine, I hope you
Got yourself a gun
You from the hood? I hope you
Got yourself a gun
You want beef? Hope you
Got yourself a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I want so
You tryna front? Hope you
Got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you
Got yourself a gun
(Verse 2)
Yo I'm the R, the O, to the R-Y, Rogue
Don't even bother telling me that I go hard, cause I know
As for all my competition I'm about to cause extinction
All of y'all street credit is non-existent
I'm a contradiction, not a stoner but I still be rocking this shit
Keep killing fools like you until I went and lost my interest
Keeping y'all just locked in this shit
So this is my condition
Better watch that shit you're talking of you're all face the consequences
Thunder and lightening, the dark, spiders and heights
I'm everything that you're frightened of, rest in peace when my mic is on
My words attacking you, they slash at you. And only cutting deeper
I'm going easy on you, this could have been Ether
I'll Takeover your soul, you ain't ever been in Control
Hit up the one Who Shot Ya, that being The Rogue
Murder you in front of a crowd, and they'll be loving it
You ain't seen nothing yet
This is just a taste of what you're up against
(Hook)
I got mine, I hope you
Got yourself a gun
You from the hood? I hope you
Got yourself a gun
You want beef? Hope you
Got yourself a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I want so
You tryna front? Hope you
Got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you
Got yourself a gun
(Verse 3)
It's the beginning of a revolution. And so there's no confusion
This is some real music, all y'all are is noise pollution
My crew is so exclusive, homie there is no where you fit
So intrusive, know where you live. You got a gun? Then use it
I need a real challenge, rhyme schemes to deal damage
I'll lay you out in the street so they see it happen
So what has happened now?
Y'all adopted a trashy sound?
Everybody's a rapper now? Sit your happy asses down
Rory still has his crown. Just try and bash him now
He'll run a truck through your house till the shit comes crashing down
You want a feature? I'm the type that'll sneak ya
My lyrics are bullets and they're so tempted to meet ya
Now say I'm a savage. Rhymes, check. Skills, have it
I am beyond ill, god dammit like Illmatic
Who am I? The neck snapping, here to wreck the planet, beanie wearing savage, planning out his next attack. Man, I've been ready for battle, what?
(Hook)
I got mine, I hope you
Got yourself a gun
You from the hood? I hope you
Got yourself a gun
You want beef? Hope you
Got yourself a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I want so
You tryna front? Hope you
Got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you
Got yourself a gun
