Drug War

First, look/

Kush n' money/

That's all that I see/

Talkin bout planes running them runways/

Bitch I deliver em Sunday's to Mondays/

I deliver guns, drugs, women, and fucking cars/

I even deliver em out to mars/

Why you even askin me for these cars/

Just but my boy up/

Yeah ask him Lamar/

Cause yeah That's the shit I go through/

Been goin through it since 1738/

With you/

So I dropped em/

Till I clocked his ass at central park/

I found my own path like Lewis and Clark/

I've Been here since the ages of the fuckin dark/

Searchin for blood like a damn shark/

Hear these boys barkin to the feds, like some dog's/

Only bitches are snitches and if you snitchin better believe you gonna be found in deep ditches/

These bitches kissing ass trying to make riches/

But I'm cut throat, cut them right off the edges/