Tolerance
I just kickback smoking blacks and loud packs
These paper presidents speak to me when I count racks
Like a smithn if you shoot ima blowback
Runnin like Ricky, hollows rip through your whole back
I been coolin, mic ruling, who ya fooling?
These new cats need some schooling, their nose is drooling
Being coked up, wipe your nose and get poked up
No bluff, got an issue we can go loc up
But I'd much rather hold your family at gunpoint
One in the head to their dome so just lower your tone
Hollow points loaded, let it be noted
I'll blast a two-faced snake's head, watch me explode it
Real shit, illicit thoughts when i kill shit
Niggas who spill shit will end up with sealed lips
Spittin explicit sickness I'm talking that ill shit
Catch an illness or pumped full of that steel shit
Regardless, I'm just a nigga who's heartless
I don't feel shit, I can go on don't get me started
Got a target for every niggas who said they was about it
But fucked around and left town like damn they really darted
Zero tolerance is what i got for you niggas
Shoot your mans in his head and send you the pictures
So don't act up 'cause I'll start pulling some triggers
Or prolly kidnap your family and mail you their fingers
These paper presidents speak to me when I count racks
Like a smithn if you shoot ima blowback
Runnin like Ricky, hollows rip through your whole back
I been coolin, mic ruling, who ya fooling?
These new cats need some schooling, their nose is drooling
Being coked up, wipe your nose and get poked up
No bluff, got an issue we can go loc up
But I'd much rather hold your family at gunpoint
One in the head to their dome so just lower your tone
Hollow points loaded, let it be noted
I'll blast a two-faced snake's head, watch me explode it
Real shit, illicit thoughts when i kill shit
Niggas who spill shit will end up with sealed lips
Spittin explicit sickness I'm talking that ill shit
Catch an illness or pumped full of that steel shit
Regardless, I'm just a nigga who's heartless
I don't feel shit, I can go on don't get me started
Got a target for every niggas who said they was about it
But fucked around and left town like damn they really darted
Zero tolerance is what i got for you niggas
Shoot your mans in his head and send you the pictures
So don't act up 'cause I'll start pulling some triggers
Or prolly kidnap your family and mail you their fingers
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Writer(s): Romero Mapa
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