Masada Lyrics

Look at the charts, how they market all this dumb evil

Every number one single's just another club jingle

Glorifying drug use to these young people

It's horrifying, they should teach you that these drugs lethal

They wanna take your guns but give the slums needles

They pump the drugs that get these Young Thugs RICO

Keep a nine for the opps but my guns legal

Keep my eyes on the cops 'cause they hunt people

That's why we don't speak to detectives

This my God given right, I don't need an amendment

What the fuck I look like not keepin' a weapon?

How you achieve peace without a piece to protect it?

Yeah, better to have it and not need it

'Cause best believe he got it, you get shot and won't stop bleeding

You'll get popped by the cops if you're caught fleeing

The block feeds off of lost lives and lost freedom

Yeah, around here they let the tools spit

Homicide over dollar signs or some fool shit

Seen a dude get shot and killed on a news clip

And the shooter was a kid I went to school with

They both lost their lives for a bitch

Never know when it's your time, keep a nine and a clip

I got mine, he got his; 'cause it's crime where I live

Catch a knife to ya ribs for the ice on ya wrist

Yeah, that's what happens if you're unarmed

Would you rather see a casket or a gun charge?

I'll be damned if my daughter or my son starve

That's why I treat the Masada just like a punch card

One in the chamber, that's a freebie

Better run, you're in danger when you see me

He tried to be a gangster, it ain't like it is on TV

Ain't think he'd feel the pain, eating Vicodin like Wheaties

Yeah, he tried to do dirt with the Goonies

And found out it doesn't work like the movies

Try to protect the turf with a toolie

And end up gettin' merked for some jewelry

Get shot for your watch and some earrings

The pop from the gunshots make your ears ring

Get robbed for your drop and Amiris

Tried to floss and it costed him dearly

And I wonder will they miss me when I'm gone

I'll show up at your door if you diss me on a song

Roll up in the foreign, put the glizzy on ya mom

While your kids outside playin' frisbee on the lawn

You lie in songs, they gon' use it as evidence

Producing firearms that you shoot or you threaten with

They'll never get me to give proof or confess to shit

But I never treat my guns with abuse or with negligence

If they show up at my residence and try to collect the kit

That I invested in and I use to protect it with

His head'll spin all the way around like The Exorcist

I'll start sprayin' rounds and I'll empty clips

Second Amendment is how we protected the first

They out here sellin' drugs right next to the church

And you really think this gun is a threat that is worse?

It ain't one if you give it the respect it deserves

It ain't a problem when they glamorizing takin' drugs

But honestly, Nati seems to do the same with guns

Probably, but used properly, they don't endanger none

And they can save you from a price you gotta pay in blood