BANE

(News produced this beat) gladiator

I got a 50 on the Glock, go ahead and think it's a game
Quick to test it on an op if he mentions my name
Rapping land in my city, I'm probably taking his chain
Catch a bullet for my gang, yeah I'm taking the bang
Friends like birthdays, you never expect them to change
See my dog, kill my dog and I love them the same
Take it back to the trap, the kitchen covered in 'cane
Eat a nigga with the mask on, feeling like bang

I'm Mike Myers with a 50 clip (mike Myers)
Why you hand out if you ain't give me shit? (No)
Back door wide open, on my toes and shit
Bust down, rollie on me, look like frozen piss
Hold up, no phones on the hickas, they could pin the low
Everybody gone if I tell them so

I been called fake by family members 'cause I told them no
No gang can never tell on you, man, how you tell on bro?
Love it when I'm talking that pussy shit, I don't like it quiet
Only fuck with bad bitches, wait, do that make me biased?
When he catch that op, gap it down with me, stop trying
I'll up this shit out the pocket like I'm Matt Ryan

I got a 50 on the Glock, go ahead and think it's a game
Quick to test it on an op if he mentions my name
Rapping land in my city, I'm probably taking his chain
Catch a bullet for my gang, yeah I'm taking the bang
Friends like birthdays, you never expect them to change (no)
See my dog, kill my dog and I love them the same
Take it back to the trap, the kitchen covered in 'cane
Eat a nigga with the mask on, feeling like bang (grrr, boom, boom)

You only buzzing in your city, how you big as me?
Knew me in the streets before the end of street
Let that shit go to your head and you gon' lose it
Really play this game, I done proved it, fuck the music
Flirtin' with the stewardess, first class in Delta
Mama bills paid, remember times I couldn't help but (I remember)

Love your TSA, dang, but no, you can't force it
I know faith really fuck pop 'cause she a north bitch
Retaliation for homies, I know revenge (know revenge)
Rhyme Ryan with a Tommy and a stolen bench
And for you to know your opps, you gotta know your friends (know your friends)
Sometimes when I'm alone, I talk to my sins (my sins)

I got a 50 on the Glock, go ahead and think it's a game (game, game)
Quick to test it on an op if he mentions my name
Rapping land in my city, I'm probably taking his chain
Catch a bullet for my gang, yeah I'm taking the bang
Friends like birthdays, you never expect them to change (i know)
See my dog, kill my dog and I love them the same
Take it back to the trap, the kitchen covered in 'cane
Eat a nigga with the mask on, feeling like bang

Round of applause
I had an entire Jersey City conversation
And didn't highlight that Albee is home (word? Oh, word)
Albee is home (clap it again, that's what's up)
That was great news to wake up to (hell yeah)
And this video footage out made me happy (he's dope, man, very dope)
Somebody said, who was that?
They said such and such me, Albee lawyer, yo (trump?)
No, somebody else, one of them rappers, I don't remember
But yeah, shout out to Jersey City, shout out to Albee