Wrong Side of the Gun ft. Clypto & J. Arrr Lyrics

I am legend a lyrical sorcerer, no sorts of remorse is given I torture ya

Scorching the booth of course flow respected from the Courts to Corsica

You just another corpse on these compositions bring coroners

Either something in my cornea or these rappers looking cornier

I'll corner ya with fire, these pyrotechnics inspiring future and prior legends

A fusion reactor, I'm used to applying pressure

If music requires ethics, put them tired records

Back in a bin like Rooney did Byron Leftwich

Truly my mind's infected I'm moody sometimes dejected

Grew up in a habitat that's unruly and crime infested

Tried and tested cause the obstacles grew in a valiant effort

Rhymes majestic now, was down but they knew we was plyometric

And we was left with scraps depressed and black shacked up with roaches

Even slept with rats to waxing poetic over aggressive tracks

From unknowns to two of the best to rap

Just expressing facts, tower over the game like you standing next to Shaq

No stress attached to my rituals daily

Tryna defer is like spiritual draining

Why all these niggas be claiming they life a movie but it's fictional mainly

Get off my dick and tell ya bitch to come drain me joe we ain't gang

And we are not the same you goofies is good with living in locks and chains

I'm tryna block the pain and make sure that my life was not in vain

You talking jotting flames me and J. Arrr atop the game

Think you got the lane til we chase it down like a block from James

Now our stock exchanged, I'm planned on closing the market

Lyrically I cock and bang! When I'm blamming holes in a target

The flows I discarded shitting on ya absolute best, rock a tactical vest

The blast gon leave your clavicle wrecked

I've been dismantling threats, now they starting to lack existence

Been ahead of my time and its by a substantial distance

Inscribing impactful lyrics designed cause my passion vicious

These niggas never spit from the soul cause they trash in spirt

Whenever me and J. Arrr drop a collab you have to hear it

My nigga stay in ya lane or you gone be the last to steer it

Two living legends two kings of the culture you niggas peasants

Too many rappers that's trash we giving you niggas lessons, J. Arrr

True killers in this profession

Took years and it's near perfection

Shit'll make your heart burn, who giving you indigestion

Two different sections two men of respect aligning as one

Two lethal weapons pray you ain't on the wrong side of the gun nigga