God's Warrior

You know e'rythin' a - say be facts man, like
 I hope they don't play this sh- in court one day
 If you look up some of the stories in my city
 You'll see the relation between the music
 Ayy, e'rybody with me clumsy, we all be droppin' s-
 Droppin' -, droppin' icy kids, - a -ch, drop her at her mama crib
 Not with the gossipin', we do that robbin' -
 Any means, I'm gon' eat, slide with the tank on full (yeah)
 Leave wit' the Glock on E (boom-boom), I got a K, it hold a hunnid
 But I got lazy, only put 90, money make your whole team vanish (brrt)
 That's a paper trick, origami, I be dolo, don't need a posse
 If you got the wave, I got the tsunami, chain hit like Ike Turner (what else?)
 But I don't beat -, I beat bodies
 I just bought some chain reactions just to stomp a - in Versace
 Call me Martin, I stay with the Tommy, you lookin' for me, - come find me
 And I'm not gon' snatch yo' chain, I'm gon' take it off politely
 So when I go back to sell it, it's not damaged, not even slightly
 Raised 'round killers, that's how I'm cut, found out where he stay, don't shoot the house up
 Lay in they bushes 'til yo' legs lock up (sit), whoever walk outside first, drop some (boom)
 Lift that choppa up, go nuts (go nuts), that was his mama, so what?
 - that's yo' fault, we wanted yo' blood, and yo' - take - like a grownup
 I'm a product of 'em streets (yeah), sharks and hustlers, I'm from the D (yeah)
 Bring a - to the feast (yeah), we not stingy, homie eat
 He get greedy, put him to sleep, they gotta identify him by his teeth
 We gon' kill you if you freeze when yo' job was to squeeze, -
 I got an Uzi and it sound like (boom), ooh, I got a Draco, and it sound like (boom), sheesh
 Knock yo' - open, the bullets explosive, fall and you gettin' stood-over (come here)
 Can't run out of bullets in a shootout, takin' my time, countin' as I'm blowin'
 Yeah, drumsticks, guitar-sized AR's, we a little band
 Rapper diss me, I'm at every show like I'm his biggest fan
 Hollows in that Sprinter Van gon' leave somebody crippled, man
 You see yo' DJ brain come through his head, you'll turn religious, man
 Havin' my way, him see us up at the range, that's practice, okay? (That's practice, okay?)
 Dead bodies in the hood, pour acid on it for rapid decay (ooh)
 Granny don't even know the savage she raised, -
 Ayy, 200k get you took off the planet today, - (I want him outta here)
 Ayy, these hoes, I don't feel 'em (feel 'em), cut his head like a -, let his homeboys deal him
 - who rockin' wit' him, catch his - at the mall while she shoe shoppin', -
 Don't let 'em down, just shoot out the windows, that's how I'm comin' (that's how I'm comin')
 You not faster than no bullets, why is you runnin'?
 I be talkin' to my Glock like, "You be buggin'"
 I put Forgi's on my drop, them - rubbin' (skrrt-skrrt), ayy
 They like, "Grizzley, bro you rich, why is you thuggin'"? (Why am I thuggin'?)
 Big Meech was rich, ain't nobody asked him why was he hustlin' (why was he hustlin'?)
 What y'all need to ask is these - why they be bluffin'
 Took my FN off my hip like, "You've been summoned" (bop)