Mr. Ruger Man Lyrics

Where does rock bottom

Meet top floors

Payless meet Tom Ford

Boos at the apollo

Meet summer jam with the encores

Back page bitches

Meet super models on all fours

Old Toyota Camrys

Meet super sports with the top

Hold on

I ain't really

Been this far from home yet

Where niggas split ya dome yeah

Then pat you for your phone yeah

Missed calls from the institution

From my cousin John

How got a necklace full of stones

And he ain't holding none

Aunty Bev looked me in my eye

Said you the chosen one

Police wanna frisk a nigga down

But I ain't holding none

But if I see ya wifey later

She can hold these nuts

I'm sorry mama

But you I know gotta talk my stuff

It graphic

When you living drastic

I cut it straight to the point

My nigga what you asking

This shit pure

You don't need you no bottle or plastic

That's Ace Boogie in hallway

When Calvin got captured

Just let it sink it

Before you dive up off the deep end

Uh uh

Just let it sink it

Before you dive up off the

Deep

Deep

Deep

Deep

These niggas creeping down yo block

Right

Started ducking you heard shots right

I ain't finna act

Like I'm Superman

I ain't finna act

Like Martin Luther man

I ain't finna act

Like Mr. Ruger Man

But I ain't finna act

Like I won't shoot a man

I had my back against the wall

But we never folded