TRUMPETS

The trumpets' blaring, but we do not hear a sound
They love the kid ever since I hit the ground okay
Ever since a youngin' I was moving pounds of plates
So pussy boy, just shut up
Get up out my face

I don't want no pressure, but I'm piped up in this bitch
Why you tryna flex on me? Don't talk to me like this
I don't pay for pussy, but that pussy paying shit
Everybody turn to hoes, you can't never trust a bitch

I been gone all night long, we just getting started, nigga
I can't fold, I can't fall for the guap, these hoes retarted, nigga
Dance with the devil, now you can't go back
Gettin' diamonds on the wrist can still get smacked
Told gang, "Hold it down, other niggas get taxed"

Return of the king put the scene on the map
Feel like my homies been holding me back
Double S and we came to attack with a couple of Tecs and a couple of Macs
Whole circle full of pussies and rats
Pop me a perky, I'm back on the task
Dippin' and dodging, I'm making deposits
That hoe just been calling, tell bitch to relax

Oh, wait, now I'm back to my old days
Now we back to the old days, pull up
Ice-cold like my first name was oh shit, and I'm wavy like ocean
Smoking on potent, I'm feeling important
South of the strip, bitch, know we's in motion
You know we's in motion, south, south, south, south