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Trust the shooter
(DJ 1)

Royce Da 5'9"]
Long live the one who got the gun in his with his own plan
live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land
Long the one truest
Death to the one
Long live the one who ain't gon' say shit, come [?] to you
Death to the man who himself more than he loves his jury
Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses a fucking bustin' [?]
I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the shooter

Royce Da 5'9"]
So many flows, so many flows, so many
Niggas close so souls, so many souls, so many doors
brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger
The got the gun now, nigga
Trust the fucking

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Nigga I'm like a motherfucker
Niggas with me lookin' like a
Pencil barrels like a motherfucker
When we a rouge shit we and dale your whole clique
We put you where you is
shoutout to [?]
And chiraq, I rock the [?]
On the car lot keys please
And you hope to be is hopeless
Cause we in the posted like a
Shoot the funeral up, to the pit, podium
Obiturary, like a motherfucker
emotional gangsters, 2016 Emo G's
Millinials, from the means streets of beefing through mean tweets, and
And
Sleep on me, I'mma see it that you see Z's
When there's beef I don't call
Niggas me and when they call, call the police
If he ain't grow up us, we a John Dome
We [?] John a nigga quick
Leave his frame up, shit
John [?] even with [?] nigga
But I aim for it though
Gun powder and [?]
I Came into your
4-4's
Even came I came in clothes
Death in the air got me mo-low
You could play for
Whoever you with disrespecting for it, though
The is my sheaperd
All the people are my
me the anchor
I from the bottom
I'm deep I speak on the fathers reporting the evil I see
I know what you
Here we go, another song about a nigga with a gun but not
a song about a nigga who don't got a gun getting shot

[Hook: Da 5'9"]
So flows, so many flows, so many flows
Niggas close so souls, so many souls, so many doughs
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses a fucking bustin' [?]
The got the gun now, nigga
Trust the fucking

[Verse 2: Smoke
the fucking shooter
For you back out make the
Shit I've seen this happen a
Uh, right, long live all the hustlers that and cop with straight cash
Long live the plugs that show love, but got class
Death to the ones on the getting on their arm and get the cash
Long all the goons who get half just to their ass
Line your fast, you could [?] rapidly
nose, think sneeze at you
You know a nigga bad
Ten nine, you mind to rag
I sit and wonder how much you had
flight, had the time to lag
I came cross the road, to cross the globe
To off the load, to get all types of

You know I go I OD
Me and my
[?] and AC
a Fonto
Got the lit
Uhh,
One
strap
Eyes

[Refrain: Da 5'9"]
Long the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan
Long live the man with no gun but still he knows the land
Long the one truest
Death to the one
Long live the one who ain't say shit, he'll come [?] to you
Death to the man who loves himself than he loves his jury
Long live the man who gon' be the judge and the fucking jury
brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
I don't give a fuck who he is, the fucking shooter

[Hook: Da 5'9"]
So many flows, so many flows, so many
Niggas close so many souls, so many souls, so many
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses a fucking bustin' [?]
The got the gun now, nigga