The Iron Curtain

The almighty (Griselda) I got myself a gun (A wicked lookin' gun) (I got myself a gun) Uh The Butcher comin', nigga Let's go Uh I'm black royalty (royalty) with black lawyers, I ate off the black market So good luck blackballing me The ghost of 'Chine Gun Black hauntin' me I feel like I'm nuts 'cause every time I count up, them racks talk to me (them racks talk to me) And I just got a batch off of me (I did) So the feds won't back off of me, took what the trap offered me (I did) Uh-uh, I don't got no gimmicks, you can feel the pain Blood on the money when I get it, but it spend the same This one for the family (Duffel bags) I gambled like Vegas and drove with my life-savings in the trunk of a Camry If you never played with a fork, can't understand me All my niggas stood tall in New York like Marcus Camby My aunt a Christian prayer, but I'm a distant player That's with the hoes, but in the kitchen, I'm a difference maker Nigga, my fingertips stick to paper (stick to paper) It's never enough 'cause half of it's gone before I get the paper Let's go (I got myself a gun) uh This street gospel right here, nigga You feel me? (I got myself a gun) I been had a strap I got my first gun when I was 14 years old I got it from Conway (I got myself a gun) Shit a true story, I can't make this shit up, my nigga (can't make this shit up) I can't make this shit up (I can't make this shit up, nigga) The Butcher coming, nigga (ah) Yeah They gave me obstacles and they prayed I fell I'm the one who front the hustlers whatever they could sell (what you need?) Even if you feed 'em trust, they'll tell Nigga, I'm bagging up a brick while I play Adele Balenciaga space kicks, you know the ones with no laces? Been tied everywhere like Jay Prince This for my niggas in the state pen' Been down since '08 with a case so weak, it don't make sense Get caught in that system, they treat you like a victim They slaves, I made friends in places you'd get a brick from For that, Federales and fans both want my picture When the other side hit up my nigga, I cried a river (it's on sight now) Tougher than niggas that y'all call brave (what else?) Standing over the stove wearing all our chains (uh) You my know MO, it's all raw 'caine So many ballers in my trap, look like the all-star game Let's go, uh (I got myself a gun) Like I said I'm ready whenever y'all niggas ready, man (I got myself a gun) Blood on the money And blood on the wall (I got myself a gun) Blood everywhere, man, y'all niggas can't fuck with me Brrt (I got myself a gun) Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot (such a wicked lookin' gun) Ah