SQUIRE IN BLACK (Premiere Version) Lyrics

Gang! Gang!

Gang! Gang!

Gang! Gang!

Gang!

I had to get up out the crib since I been hearing niggas chat

Sonic wit the running

If you running, you can't duck the gat

I'm loading, bodies folding

Tryna get my vision back

Tryna get revenge for all the hating

Like bitch, where they at?

Imma come back wit the boomstick

Walk on they block, tryna move quick

Black with the hood like I'm Toothless

Robbing that nigga, he shoeless

I'm at the top like a roof is

Stay in my head, I'm the coolest

They tryna follow, I'm moving

Planning my scheme to the fullest

Talkin' my shit, sit back

Nigga run, knee that

And I'm done, detach

And the gun, we catch

Nigga, I got the blade and I cut teeth at

I don't fuck wit nobody, and shit, I mean that

Take a bullet, now niggas gon' stumble,

I rumble like titan, I'm killing, I know you deceive that

Made up a wave, now they surfing

I'm learning the game, in a moment I'm ripping the track

Like, I'm putting up numbers

Come wit the hops like I'm one of the dunkers

And these niggas gon' sit there and wonder

Take out the blade and I put 'em in slumber

I'm hotter than niggas like summer

You finna die wit no love, that's a bummer

I got the sticks like a gunner

They only coming to me 'cause I solo his life

He get hit with the stunner

Wait, bitch

I got you marked on my hit list

You playing music that took like a month

I'm putting it down in my shit list

I'm feeling devious, fuck all these niggas

I'm down wit the shadow ascension

Hop on the track with the gun in my face

So my life on the line for the lit shit

Gang! Gang!

Gang! Gang!

Gang! Gang!

Gang!

I'm untouchable, this shit like when I'm in my fucking paint

Friends with all my fucking demons, in a second, I'm insane

Chop the pieces, bodies always cut off blood, and then I drink

I got choppers aiming at you, face, gon' leave it hella blank

Like, special abilities, hit wit the headshot

Red on my body, I feel like I'm Deadshot

Red on my gun, he gon' run from the red dot

I got a lot on my belly, like chest shot

These niggas loving the way I be dissing

You pop up on news, like a nigga been missing

The love that I got was the pain that I'm sipping

So I got my back, going solo, I'm tripping

Fuck the beat, chopping the beat

I been mobbing the streets

And the gang duffle bags in the safe

I just be grinding, been writing these lyrics

But going off top everyday for the tape

Living in space and compete with myself

Alone on the daily, you niggas is late

Feel like the music is all on my mind

And all of the time i got a new taste

Why they be talking? they basic

I had enough with the patience

Metal on me like the braces

Wheel on me turning like racing

Lining up all of the patients

I got the flow contagious

Had to switch up with the cadence

Run up on me? I been waiting

Play on the TV like DVD

Fight in the dungeon, it's you and me

Sxcrifice change, now its evil me

I made it up, you agree?

I pat yo head, now you my son

Records, I record another one

I call you out 'cus I kill for fun

Don't flop on me 'cus we just begun.