Masada

Look at the charts, how they market all this dumb evil
Every number one single's just another club jingle
Glorifying drug use to these young people
It's horrifying, they should teach you that these drugs lethal
They wanna take your guns but give the slums needles
They pump the drugs that get these Young Thugs RICO
Keep a nine for the opps but my guns legal
Keep my eyes on the cops 'cause they hunt people
That's why we don't speak to detectives
This my God given right, I don't need an amendment
What the fuck I look like not keepin' a weapon?
How you achieve peace without a piece to protect it?
Yeah, better to have it and not need it
'Cause best believe he got it, you get shot and won't stop bleeding
You'll get popped by the cops if you're caught fleeing
The block feeds off of lost lives and lost freedom
Yeah, around here they let the tools spit
Homicide over dollar signs or some fool shit
Seen a dude get shot and killed on a news clip
And the shooter was a kid I went to school with

They both lost their lives for a bitch
Never know when it's your time, keep a nine and a clip
I got mine, he got his; 'cause it's crime where I live
Catch a knife to ya ribs for the ice on ya wrist
Yeah, that's what happens if you're unarmed
Would you rather see a casket or a gun charge?
I'll be damned if my daughter or my son starve
That's why I treat the Masada just like a punch card
One in the chamber, that's a freebie
Better run, you're in danger when you see me
He tried to be a gangster, it ain't like it is on TV
Ain't think he'd feel the pain, eating Vicodin like Wheaties
Yeah, he tried to do dirt with the Goonies
And found out it doesn't work like the movies
Try to protect the turf with a toolie
And end up gettin' merked for some jewelry
Get shot for your watch and some earrings
The pop from the gunshots make your ears ring
Get robbed for your drop and Amiris
Tried to floss and it costed him dearly

And I wonder will they miss me when I'm gone
I'll show up at your door if you diss me on a song
Roll up in the foreign, put the glizzy on ya mom
While your kids outside playin' frisbee on the lawn
You lie in songs, they gon' use it as evidence
Producing firearms that you shoot or you threaten with
They'll never get me to give proof or confess to shit
But I never treat my guns with abuse or with negligence
If they show up at my residence and try to collect the kit
That I invested in and I use to protect it with
His head'll spin all the way around like The Exorcist
I'll start sprayin' rounds and I'll empty clips
Second Amendment is how we protected the first
They out here sellin' drugs right next to the church
And you really think this gun is a threat that is worse?
It ain't one if you give it the respect it deserves
It ain't a problem when they glamorizing takin' drugs
But honestly, Nati seems to do the same with guns
Probably, but used properly, they don't endanger none
And they can save you from a price you gotta pay in blood