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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 live the one
to the one foolish
Long the one who ain't gon' say shit, he'll come [?] to you
Death to the man who loves himself more than he loves his
Long live the man who gon' be the judge and the fucking jury
Nothing 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 flows, so many flows, so many flows
close so many souls, so many souls, so many doors
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a bustin' Ruger
The got the gun now, nigga
the fucking shooter

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Nigga I'm like a motherfucker
Niggas me lookin' like a motherfucker
barrels smoking like a motherfucker
When we a rouge shit we and dale your whole clique
We put you you folks is
Nigga to [?]
And chiraq, I rock the [?]
On the car lot like keys
And you hope to be is hopeless
Cause we in the posted like a
Shoot the funeral up, to the pull pit,
Obiturary, smokin' a motherfucker
emotional gangsters, 2016 Emo G's
Millinials, from the means of beefing through mean tweets, and emojis
And
Sleep on me, I'mma see it that you see Z's
When there's beef I don't call
Niggas call me and when they call, call the
If he ain't grow up with us, we a John
We [?] John Door a nigga
Leave his tore up, shit
Even John [?] even [?] nigga
But I ain't aim for it
Gun powder and [?]
I Came your home
Aimin'
Even came I came in full
Death in the air got me laying
You could for protection
Whoever you with disrespecting for it, though
The lord is my
All the people are my
me the anchor
I came the bottom
I'm deep when I speak on the fathers reporting the I see
I know what you
Here we go, song about a nigga with a gun but it's not
It's a song about a 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
brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
The got the gun now, nigga
Trust the shooter

[Verse 2: DZA]
Trust the shooter
For you out make the moves
I've seen this happen a million
Uh, right, long live all the hustlers come and cop with straight cash
live the plugs that show love, but still got class
Death to the ones on the on their arm and still get the cash
Long all the who get half just to find their ass
Line your fast, you could never [?]
nose, think sneeze at you
You know a sinus bad
Ten nine, you never to rag
I sit and how much mind you had
Long flight, had the 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
Roll a
Got the lit
Uhh,
One
strap
Eyes

Royce Da 5'9"]
Long live the one who got the gun in his 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 come say shit, come [?] to you
Death to the man who loves himself more than he his jury
Long the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury
Nothing brings a to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
I don't give a who he is, trust the fucking shooter

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