Trust the Shooter - Royce 5'9, Smoke DZA

Long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan

Long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land

Long live the one truest (Truest)

Death to the one foolish (Foolish)

Long live the one who ain’t gon' say shit, he just gon' come bump into you

Death to the man who loves himself less than he loves his fucking jewelry

Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury

Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger

I don’t give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter

So many flows, so many flows, so many flows

Niggas close so many, so so many, so many doors

Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger

The rabbit got the gun now, nigga

Trust the fucking shooter, uh

Nigga I’m focused like a motherfucker

Niggas with me loc’n' like a motherfucker

Pencil barrels smoking like a motherfucker

When we a rogue shit we chip and dale your whole clique

We put you where you folks is

Nigga shoutout to GDs

And Chiraq, I rock with the D’s Gs

On the car lot like keys please

And anywhere you hope to be is hopeless

'Cause we in the posted like a motherfucker

Shoot the funeral up, to the pulpit, podium

Obiturary, smokin' like a motherfucker

Y’all emotional gangsters, 2016 Emo G’s

Millennials, from the means streets of beefing through memes tweets, and emojis

And Blogs

Sleep on me, I’mma see to it that you see more Z’s (Uh)

When there’s beef I don’t call niggas

Niggas call me and when they call, call the police

If he ain’t grow up wit us

We’d John Doe 'em

We John Doe

A nigga quick

Leave his frame tore up, shit

Even Jane Doe her if she with him, Jane Doe a nigga’s bitch

But I ain’t aim for it though

Gun powder and cocaine for my cane corso

I came into your home

Openin' 4−4's

Even though I came in full clothes

Death in the air got me laying mo-low

You could pay for protection

Whoever you with when you disrespect payin' for it, though

The lord is my shepherd

All the people is sheep

Call me the anchor

I come from the bottom

I’m deep when I speak on the violence reporting the evil I see

I know what you thinking

Here we go, another song about a nigga who got a gun but it’s not

It’s a song about a nigga who don’t got a gun getting shot

So many flows, so many flows, so many flows

Niggas close so many, so so many, so many doors

Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger

The rabbit got the gun now, nigga

Trust the fucking shooter, uh

Trust the fucking shooter, uh

For you back out make the moves

Shit I’ve seen this happen a million times

Uh, right, long live all the hustlers that come and cop with straight cash

Long live all the plugs that show love, but still got class

Death to the ones get it on their arm and run off with cash

Long live all the goons who get half just to find their ass

Line your fast, you could never let a minute past rapidly

Long nose, think sneeze at you

You know a nigga sinus bad

Ten nine, you never mind to rag

I sit and wonder how much mind you have

Long flight, had the time to lag

I came from cross the road, to cross the globe

To off the load, to get all kinds of bags

Proceed

You know when I go I OD

Me and my Co-D

Like Orenthal and AC

Roll a Fonto

Got the Bronco lit

Uhh, four-fifth

One four-fifth

Seatbelt strap

Eyes focused

Long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan

Long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land

Long live the one truest (Truest)

Death to the one foolish (Foolish)

Long live the one who ain’t gon' say shit, he just gon' come bump into you

Death to the man who loves himself less than he loves his fucking jewelry

Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury

Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger

I don’t give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter

So many flows, so many flows, so many flows

Niggas close so many, so so many, so many doors

Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger

The rabbit got the gun now, nigga