Trumpets

The trumpets' blaring, but we do not hear a sound
 They love the kid ever since I hit the ground okay
 Ever since a youngin' I was moving pounds of plates
 So pussy boy, just shut up
 Get up out my face
 I don't want no pressure, but I'm piped up in this bitch
 Why you tryna flex on me? Don't talk to me like this
 I don't pay for pussy, but that pussy paying shit
 Everybody turn to hoes, you can't never trust a bitch
 I been gone all night long, we just getting started, nigga
 I can't fold, I can't fall for the guap, these hoes retarted, nigga
 Dance with the devil, now you can't go back
 Gettin' diamonds on the wrist can still get smacked
 Told gang, "Hold it down, other niggas get taxed"
 Return of the king put the scene on the map
 Feel like my homies been holding me back
 Double S and we came to attack with a couple of Tecs and a couple of Macs
 Whole circle full of pussies and rats
 Pop me a perky, I'm back on the task
 Dippin' and dodging, I'm making deposits
 That hoe just been calling, tell bitch to relax
 Oh, wait, now I'm back to my old days
 Now we back to the old days, pull up
 Ice-cold like my first name was oh shit, and I'm wavy like ocean
 Smoking on potent, I'm feeling important
 South of the strip, bitch, know we's in motion
 You know we's in motion, south, south, south, south