Shoot Sideways

Uh, yo
 Brrah
 Uh, yo
 Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
 Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
 Come take a dive, my demons deploy, 'ploy (Uh, yo)
 Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
 Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
 Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
 How many times I did it my way?
 Uh, hide the cookware in the kitchen cabinet (Ha)
 Comin' at me, you better get your ratchet (Go get your gun, nigga)
 My lil' shooter like A.I., but he been missin' practice (Rappin')
 But he still scorin' on the opps and he still hittin' baskets
 (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
 He with the action, still ridin' with a stick in traffic (Cap)
 So if it's smoke, he 'bout to have your mama pickin' caskets (Ha)
 I came a long way from flippin' on a pissy mattress (Ha)
 Now I smell the piss on the bricks when I rip the plastic (Woo)
 I move the powder on the side, it ain't talcum (Talk to 'em)
 Try to slide, you gon' die
 You know the outcome (You know what's up, nigga)
 Before I even got signed, or dropped an album
 I was in the trap, Draco by the blinds like Malcolm (Uh-huh)
 Diss me, I don't respond, I ain't gon' give you the exposure (Ah)
 But the semi in the holster if the enemy approaches (Ah)
 Body shit every time Alchemist sendin' me a folder
 It's a wrap for these rap niggas
 Literally, it's over, ah (Talk to 'em)
 Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
 Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
 Come take a dive, my demons deploy, 'ploy (Uh, yo)
 Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
 Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
 Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
 How many times I did it my way?
 Yeah, I'm from where you gotta fire your biscuit (Ha)
 Listen, I told Vanessa let me cook this brick up
 Inside of your kitchen (Let me whip this right here)
 Nigga, my environment different
 Still sellin' China, it's fine and terrific
 Come and buy it and sniff it (Cap)
 Uh, my mind scientific, I'm rhymin' prolific (Ha)
 Uh, I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer, God as my witness (Facts)
 Hit the back of your head with this iron and lift it
 'Cause in my city, niggas get shot mindin' their business
 Yeah, I'm in position niggas dyin' to get in
 You wouldn't know what to do with it if I let you get it (Hahahaha)
 Every time I drop a project, I just increase the violence with it
 Talkin' funeral homes, hospital visits (Talk to 'em)
 Yeah, I got the killers on the loose
 Not stoppin' 'til the opps blood
 Spillin' on my boots (Boom, boom, boom)
 In the streets or on a beat, I can kill 'em in the booth
 Shooter lock 'em in the scope
 He 'bout to drill 'em from the roof, ah (Brr)
 Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
 Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
 Come take a dive, my demons deploy, 'ploy (Uh, yo)
 Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
 Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
 Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
 How many times I did it my way?
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 Like, I ain't in this shit to just be-
 I'm just happy to be here, like-
 I need to be-, I need my-
 I need my motherfuckin' twisted face
 To be on the Mount Rushmore of hip-hop
 Carve my shit in, chisel me in, nigga