O.T.N.

Can't go without a payday, once again, I'm prowlin' through the night
I'm robbin niggas blind and dempsey rollin' in and out of sight
A walkin money bag just now a sludge inside a vat of lye
I love the rush and hustle gettin' high off of my own supply
Got my tool-kit
Always totin' my gadget no doubt of its usage
Movin' in silence in an outta the suburbs, just with my unit
Pullin' 'em outta they home and into the yard
To make them push some tulips
Witnesses shot in the face, not leavin no trace
Y'all niggas are clueless
Suspect most known unknown
By the name of John Doe
Boutta get this bread and y'all niggas look like raw dough
Cook'em on the nightly with no rest this shit is all go
Give yo bitch a beatin' with my nine I call it 'low blows'
Break her back with blowback
Spray some bullets in her chamber, hold dat
A night she won't forget, I call the moment kodak, throwback
Russian roulette all i see is red, no black
House always wins, fuck another spin
I'm breakin in I'm goin for the chin
With a grin, I take em out by the shin
Dealin' with a shark without a fin
Now they lyin' broken, hoardin' all the tokens
Chokin' on the opp pack I'm smokin'
Stinkin' of that hemoglobin
Got 'em so scared their heat is frozen
On the move, I'm out my mind, call that loco-motion
Keep my options open, pull the lever cause the horse is Trojan
No lotion, got her drippin so bad I'll drown without the ocean
Erodin my emotions, boastin on the lives I've broken
Toastin' with a glass of potion
I've chosen the path that's golden
Paved by the ngel of death whose feet are cloven
On the nightly, lives are stolen to keep my pockets swollen
So what yo' pockets holdin'?



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