The Iron Curtain

The almighty (the almighty, the almighty, the almighty)
(Griselda) I got myself a gun
A wicked-looking gun
I got myself a gun (a gun, a gun)

Uh
The Butcher comin', n-
Let's go
Uh

I'm black royalty (royalty) with black lawyers
I ate off the black market, so good luck blackballing me
The ghost of 'Chine Gun Black hauntin' me
I feel like I'm nuts 'cause every time I count up
Them racks talk to me (them racks talk to me)
And I just got a batch off of me (I did)
So the feds won't back off of me
Took what the trap offered me (I did)

Uh-uh, I don't got no gimmicks, you can feel the pain
Blood on the money when I get it, but it spend the same
This one for the family (duffle bags)
I gambled like Vegas
And drove with my life-saving in the trunk of a Camry
If you never played with a fork, can't understand me
All my n- stood tall in New York like Marcus Camby

My aunt a Christian prayer, but I'm a distant player
That's with the h-, but in the kitchen, I'm a difference maker
N-, my fingertips stick to paper (stick to paper)
It's never enough 'cause half of it's gone before I get the paper

Let's go (I got myself a gun)
Uh
This street gospel right here, n-
You feel me? (I got myself a gun)
I been had a strap
I got my first gun when I was 14 years old (I got myself a gun)
I got it from Conway
Sh- a true story, I can't make this sh- up, my n- (I got myself a gun)
(Can't make this sh- up)
I can't make this sh- up (I can't make this sh- up, n-)
The Butcher coming, n- (ah)
Yeah

They gave me obstacles and they prayed I fell
I'm the one who front the hustlers whatever they could sell (what you need?)
Even if you feed 'em trust, they'll tell
N-, I'm bagging up a brick while I play Adele
Balenciaga space kicks
You know the ones with no laces?
Been tied everywhere like Jay Prince
This for my n- in the state pen'
Been down since '08 with a case so weak, it don't make sense

Get caught in that system
They treat you like a victim
They slaves, I made friends in places you'd get a brick from
For that, federales and fans both want my picture
When the other side hit up my n-, I cried a river

(It's on sight now)
Tougher than n- that y'all call brave (what else?)
Standing over the stove wearing all our chains (uh)
You my know MO is all raw 'caine
So many ballers in my trap, look like the all-star game
Let's go, uh

Like I said (I got myself a gun)
I'm ready whenever y'all n- ready, man (I got myself a gun)
Blood on the money (I got myself a gun)
And blood on the wall (I got myself a gun)
Blood everywhere, man, y'all n- can't f- with me (I got myself a gun)
Brrt (I got myself a gun)
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot (I got myself a gun)
Ah (such a wicked-looking gun)

Guns and butter, baby



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Jeffrey Clarkin, Vivek Mikhail Dargan
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