Go Down

Burning through the paper like a flame through a fire
I'm your number one supplier, getting the game higher and higher
I will not stop and I will not retire
When it comes to stacking paper, man, I never get tired

Hustle all week, man, I'm here to inspire
Paper cuts on my hands like barbed wire
I'm the king of my empire, I never will expire
Cash and jewels, as rich as what I require

It's about to go down
I'm feeling like the one, man, we came from the slums
Praying like a nun, won't finish till the clip is done
Weed in my lungs, yes, we got a lot of guns

This one came with a drum, bump-a-rump-a-pump-pump
Bitch, you don't want none, bitch, come and get some
Shooting shots as you run, yes, I'm a cannon
Now, do you want more or do you want war

Keep the goddamn hammer on me like I'm Thor
It's about to go down
Get them motherfuckers up as soon as they get up
Holding my stick up while I'm loading this bitch up

Chopper hit you a couple times, give your ass the hiccups
Body, toe, tag, man, you about to get sick up
Piranha in the water, man, don't get your ass bit up
Mario's in town, it's time to flip these fucking bricks up

These lames got it fucked up, man, they all need to give up
Smoking on some dank, arming up like a tank
It's about to go down
It's about to go down



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Writer(s): John Jackson
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