The Butcher comin', nigga
I know you got your gun on you, nigga
Fuck you gon' do with that though?
Guns don't make you safe, but I'm strapped with mines (Got mine)
It's about awareness and your reaction time (How fast you move)
I gave hammers to little niggas who not responsible for 'em (Damn)
The power of havin' a gun a big obstacle for them (Uh)
In every hood in the country, yeah, them cannons flarin' (Brr)
The street niggas won't outlive their grandparents (Woo)
But fuck you supposed to do when it's hate that they got for you?
And you easy to trace 'cause your face recognizable, huh? (Damn)
I kept it straight, bein' fake was never honorable (One hundred)
We different 'cause runnin' around snakes never bothered you (You a snake too)
Talk that tough shit, you never see me jackin' it
This heat clappin' make street savages peace advocates
I'm on the west coast with a bitch that's East African
I used to take a nine out of a brick and repackage it (Yeah)
OGs put us on and we cherished it
Now, all my young niggas shooters like Pete Maravich (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, ah)
You shot up a crowd and thought you was gangster (Think you a gangster?)
But hit a kid 'cause killers don't go to shootin' ranges (Fucked up)
You know my neighborhood was super dangerous
A record deal would get you lit, but a robbery'll make you super famous (You litty)
These new niggas just stop and pull it (Uh huh)
Traded in this innocence for a box of bullets (Damn)
If it's work in the house, it belong to the trapper
And guns on tour buses always belong to the rapper, uh (Live by it, you die by it)
My little man ride around strapped
Huntin' for an opp he can catch (Live by it, you die by it)
Knowin' if he don't kill him, he comin' back
But he said he good 'cause he gonna handle that (Live by it, you die by it)
Kept mine on me wherever I was at
Heard some niggas had some money on my hat (Live by it, you die by it, uh)
223s, Ks, and MACs
You send a shooter here, I send him back (Live by it, you die by it)
Uh, look, I get the drop on a nigga, it come from the hoes first
We follow the load first, that's what you call homework (Yeah)
See the dope gon' lead you to the stash spot
When you see the padlock, you know it's a jackpot, listen
For a minute, robbery was my new profession (Uh huh)
Pop up at your crib, dressed like UPS men
Show me where the money at or get your neck slit (I'll kill you)
And we don't even count it, onto the next lick, uh
AR-15s, the 21 LRs
The SK make the ground shake when it let off
Oil based, she tryna get them flakes like Kellogs
My shooter said if he don't have his gun, he fell off (Where the fuck your gun at?)
Leave your head swollen with what I'm holdin' (Uh)
This one on me way from Texas, reported stolen
Go and get a gun and start buyin' some jewelry
If you too shook to cope, then just hire security, ah (Live by it, you die by it)
My little man ride around strapped
Huntin' for an opp he can catch (Live by it, you die by it)
Knowin' if he don't kill him, he comin' back (He comin' back)
But he said he good 'cause he gonna handle that (Live by it, you die by it)
Kept mine on me wherever I was at (Uh)
Heard some niggas had some money on my hat (Live by it, you die by it, uh)
223s, Ks, and MACs (Sopranos, nigga)
You send a shooter here, I send him back (Live by it, you die by it)
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