This Is a Robbery

Im some like an monster,
Sending rappers home put em in the dumpster,
I got the ammunition and I a got the armor,
You the jack pot and I got your number,
Sit up,
Hands everybody this a stick up,
Money in the bag now fill up,
Everybody face down on the ground bets not get up,
One false move make your body do the hiccup.

Now enter in my lane,
And fill in the time fame,
You step into my game,
The feeling of my pain,
Im mentally mind drained,
For thinking of fire things,
Try to get up in my head you'll be catching a migraine,
Im the nigga that cold like Sub-Zero,
Cus my heart cold like emo,
Everybody know Code Lane don't do coco,
But he got flow like ECO,
Let me hit you with a little bit,
Hit you some real fast just a quick,
Like a ruger on your ass with a little stick,
Fake niggas get mad when they hear this,
I'm the one that stepping on toes and shinning on hoes,
This is that joint that be grinding on bones,
Look for yo fan cus he probably be gone,
You do what you can,
I do what I want,
Cus Im Godzilla and I need my grub,
Im all on your ass like a cast iron tub,
Put yo ass in the freezer and chop you up,
Then bake that ass like a $5 sub,
I'm a stomp yo crew like a dirty ass rug,
Make em change their mind like a dirty ass bulb,
I'm a make sure that you meet your fate
throw the evidence away like a dirty ass glove,
Cus I'll be looting your cash,
And boot in yo ass,
Up out of your fortune and fame,
One false move from yo man Im hitting his ass,
My nigga it probably gone rain,
Jump out the window with the cash and the chains,
That's what you get when you flexing ya thangs,
Now you stress
Bullet holes in pain,
You should of been listen for the Code to the Lane. (Dang)

Im some like an monster,
Sending rappers home put em in the dumpster,
I got the ammunition and I a got the armor,
You the jack pot and I got your number,
Sit up,
Hands everybody this a stick up,
Money in the bag now fill up,
Everybody face down on the ground bets not get up,
One false move make your body do the hiccup.
(Make your body do the hiccup?)
Im some like a killer,
Sending rappers home put em on the pillow,
You can constipate how you going to escape,
But your fate is the fucking hospital,
Now Sit up,
Hands everybody this a stick up,
Money in the bag now fill up,
Everybody face down on the ground bets not get up,
One false move make your body do the hiccup.

Now the second verse should have been first gone hurt,
This the one make em put their head in the dirt,
This the one make em looking scared in the skirt,
I see you're hyperventilating but it ain't gone work,
Should have kept your muthfuking head in the church,
Now that ass about to be dead on the turf,
Now at ass bout to be read on alert,
Better tell your old lady to drop that purse,
I'm not the one who condoning the violence,
But some of these niggas they need to be silent,
If I Was President,
I will move all their residence,
And hunt all the rappers that live on my Island,
I taking them down cuz I am the pilot,
(They sleep)
But now they whooping and hollering,
But I haven't touched them yet,
I'm about to rush em and crush em,
you niggas is softer than cotton,
Now sit up,
Hands everybody this is stick up,
Money in the bag now fill up,
Everybody face down on the ground bets not get up,
One false move make your body do the hiccup,
(One false move make your body do the hiccup?)
You heard what I said shut the fuck up for I get you,
Put the money in the bed for a muthafuking hit you,
Sacrifice your ass up a muthafuking picture,
I've been doing this shit for 20 whole years
and I did not ask for a thing,
Now I'm back on this shit to sharpen my skills
and drill the rest of the game,
Jump out the window with the cash and the chains,
That's what you get when you flexing yo thangs,
Now it feel like you got hit by a train,
You should have been listen for the Code to the Lane. (Dang)

Im some like an monster,
Sending rappers home put em in the dumpster,
I got the ammunition and I a got the armor,
You the jack pot and I got your number,
Sit up,
Hands everybody this a stick up,
Money in the bag now fill up,
Everybody face down on the ground bets not get up,
One false move make your body do the hiccup.
(Make your body do the hiccup?)
Im some like a killer,
Sending rappers home put em on the pillow,
You can constipate how you going to escape,
But your fate is the fucking hospital,
Now Sit up,
Hands everybody this a stick up,
Money in the bag now fill up,
Everybody face down on the ground bets not get up,
One false move make your body do the hiccup.