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Trust the shooter
(DJ 1)

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

Royce Da 5'9"]
So many flows, so many flows, so flows
Niggas close so many souls, so many souls, so many
Nothing brings a to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger
The got the gun now, nigga
Trust the shooter

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
I'm focussed like a motherfucker
Niggas with me lookin' a motherfucker
barrels smoking like a motherfucker
When we a shit we chip and dale your whole clique
We put you you folks is
shoutout to [?]
And chiraq, I rock the [?]
On the car lot like keys
And anywhere you to be is hopeless
Cause we in the like a motherfucker
Shoot the funeral up, to the pull pit,
Obiturary, like a motherfucker
Y'all emotional gangsters, Emo G's
Millinials, from the streets of beefing through mean tweets, and emojis
And
on me, I'mma see it that you see more 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 with us, we a John
We [?] John a nigga quick
Leave his tore up, shit
John [?] even with [?] nigga
But I aim for it though
Gun and coke [?]
I Came into your
Aimin'
Even came I came in clothes
Death in the air got me laying
You could play for
Whoever you disrespecting payin' for it, though
The lord is my
All the people are my
Call me the
I came the bottom
I'm deep when I speak on the fathers the evil I see
I know you thinking
Here we go, another song about a nigga a gun but it's not
It's a song about a nigga who don't got a gun shot

Royce Da 5'9"]
So many flows, so flows, so many flows
Niggas so many 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 shooter

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

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

Royce 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 live the one
Death to the one
live the one who ain't come say shit, he'll 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 jury
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a bustin' [?]
I give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter

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