Yeah, yeah.
Try this *.
Suffer, drown,
volume 2.
I spent some time away.
Don't be surprised when we surround a place
where fireworks pop and popstarts down the day.
Carve my initials in stone, CH.
It's crazy I'm catching hate from my old teammates.
It's my reintroduction.
If you ain't heard it hit,
I'm back in this bitch and I got him shook from all the turbulence.
I'm on some murder *.
It's Cotton Candy versus Bricks,
these niggas soft.
I make sure the shots direct before I send them off.
They try to play me close but they ain't get too far.
You the cockroach, you claim your enemies are.
Me and my calling interlocking like infinity stars.
While I'm keeping this *,
play a dime,
Kennedy bars.
I send my regards, you feel a sentiment.
When I say they package it well but ain't delivering.
They know I'm coming,
heating the cannon but I ain't Nicholas.
I break it down to four and the baby to bring this chili in.
I know who they really is and they not low.
I could see everything coming for me from this top floor.
Y'all boys don't cop in this nigga.
I'm the cop.
Oh, the color of the song is like a sunrise from
Roscoe.
They not low.
I could see everything coming for me from this top floor.
Y'all boys
don't cop in this nigga.
I'm the cop.
Oh,
the color of the song is like a sunrise from Roscoe.
Now I could never be like you and think like
a hater would when God bless my neighbor.
I know
here in my neighborhood spending time alone more than usual.
Caught up on the fact that
Machiavelli never had a funeral.
Gotta grimy and beautiful vibes on RZA,
JZA,
and SZA. Script
writer flow.
I give them lines to remember.
They wonder if I'm getting enough.
I bought a
multi-million dollar crib.
First day of Black History Month.
Real stories come with these scars.
Say they got it locked but they leaving out the key parts.
I broke down doors just to get here.
Homies that didn't make it.
Samples that didn't get cleared.
My heart been heavy this *.
I'm the cop.
Oh,
the color of the song is like a sunrise from Roscoe.
They not low.
I
could see everything coming for me from this top floor.
Y'all boys don't cop in this nigga.
I'm the cop.
Oh,
the color of the song is like a sunrise from Roscoe.
I mean, it's like
who you gonna champion if you ain't gonna champion Hit-Boy.
Like I'm really serious
with this.
Check the catalog.
Yeah.
Nigga seen SLC bottle with stacks on deck.
Nigga
serve or drown.
Yeah.