Wesson

(Pilgrim) I just pulled up to the east side, but I keep my Wesson 'Fore startin' somethin' boy, learn just who you is testin' My clip got a degree, teach you a lesson You ain't gon' make it in life with no aggression I call my MAC-11, "Welcome", wait 'til it greet ya I pull up to my elementary, flex on my teachers Who said I should never be a dreamer? Well, now, I'm doin' something and you not, pays to be a believer They say more money, more checks create the problem You wouldn't have a problem if you off the ones that start 'em How you talkin' down to me but you was at the bottom? I was watching your career fall, autumn Don't talk a lot 'cause I'm a man on a mission If I'm the best, there can't be competition Clean the Benz up, watch how it glisten Know we the G.O.A.T.S, if you would just listen My circle small unlike the one in your chest You come for one of us, then nine more coming straight at your neck We could argue and bicker, but in war, we gon' connect I be shootin' at your temple like we was some Aztecs Big chain, gold rope, know I'm down, ten toes Got me off the Senzu, no, this ain't no pinto Hasta la vista, best come back with my dough Or soon you'll see the light It gon' be when my nine blow (Pilgrim) I just pulled up to the east side, but I keep my Wesson 'Fore startin' somethin' boy, learn just who you is testin' My clip got a degree, teach you a lesson You ain't gon' make it in life with no aggression But like, damn, huh Pull up with that chopper, get your man, huh That lil' nigga hatin' 'cause you know that he a fan, huh When Fazo hop up on that beat, that shit, it go bananas Know I got it on my own, yeah, I ain't take no handouts Yeah, why you leavin' me? (Woah, woah) Six rings, man, I ball like 23 (23) Open up your eyes, girl, and tell me what you see (What you see) You didn't wanna fuck with me But you on your knees (On your knees, yeah) I be doin' all this shit, don't need no sleep (Need no sleep) I be grinding, it's like seven days a week (A week) Hit after hit, man, I come in with that heat (Yeah, yeah) I can't really fuck with all you lame hoes (Lame hoes) They just want that money, that's way it goes (Yeah) And you really want that smoke, I got that Draco (Woah) Know I got it at Wesson Let that thing blow (Let it blow, let it blow) (Pilgrim) Bullets spraying, where are they at? Move too fast to hit your noggin In the same sudden motion, you heard me, your head was bobbin' Way I pull the trigger, think my gun command me like it's Bop-It! Apple don't fall far from the tree, maybe that's why I'm rotten To the core, hit the corner store One dollar Arizona's what I used to drink before But now I'm makin' hits and hits and music, damn galore So now you wanna hate in silence like the Cold War It's aight now, neck full of ice now Dad in penitentiary, was dreamin' 'bout his life now Pull up on me, lights out Hatin' how you like now Only fourteen making bangers, got you like, "How?" I just pulled up to the east side, but I keep my Wesson 'Fore startin' somethin' boy, learn just who you is testin' My clip got a degree, teach you a lesson You ain't gon' make it in life with no aggression