monster factory. Lyrics

This country making monsters

Through police and through the army, man they'll give you guns to kill a man

You do it for the motherland

Man, they got you justifying murder

This country making monsters

Through the streets with all these gangs and robbers, give you guns to kill a man

You doing it to feed your fam

Man, they got you justifying murder

I'm from where the drivers traded in their taxis for a hearse

Population of the living got outnumbered by the dead

Ain't nobody shooting back cos everybody shooting first

Get hurt, if you take cover, that's the Madden curse

Don't know where the line is, when they carry chrome just get to booking

Better backup or get sent to the cloud by the macs they're using

Drive-by, the roll-up handle broken but that's not a nuisance

Never get the windows fixed cos they have no trouble shooting

All these niggas robbing and wearing masks to conceal cover

Only see their eyes when they hitting scores like they Dybala

They will pull a gun on your lady and on your sweet mother

They will even draw on a baby, Tha Carter III cover

In the streets there's really no telling you gotta keep the code

That's the one, the cardinal rule is don't get police involved

Catch a snitch, tell his team, when the bullets slither in

They should never cry outside, they should keep that grief indoor

When you move obey the rules to the letter like Ouiji boards

When you got them fees and mouths to feed these checks not feasible

So you start with selling weed and move to unartisanals

Selling coke so white it started marching with a tiki torch

Either the police will persecute or they are in pursuit

Almost forgot execute"well how they knew?"

They pressed your crew

Talking bout"they need some proof", they got your prints and pictures too

Posting dope and pieces, I'm surprised they didn't get you soon

I can't live a life of crime I witnessed what that shit can do

Life of paranoia, head on swivel, always cynical

Can't even drive normal, you know, keep your hand on ten and two

One hand on the steering wheel, the other tending to the tool

Round these parts they prey on plates like saying grace on dinner food

Steal your car and sell for parts, they'll steal your heart and sell it too

If they could, the shit is cold, sinning at it's pinnacle

Tuck your chain, you better hide your ice they playing peek-a-boo

This country making monsters

Through police and through the army, man they'll give you guns to kill a man

You do it for the motherland

Man, they got you justifying murder

This country making monsters

Through the streets with all these gangs and robbers, give you guns to kill a man

You doing it to feed your fam

Man, they got you justifying murder

Just cause I ain't banging don't mean I'm soft don't get shit confused

Bloody knuckle fights in the dead of night I've been in a few

Mama face all saddened by the bruises that she's tending to

Man she didn't suffer for me to make her life difficult

But if he claims he'll walk me down the dog in me is happy begging

You think you cold, let's stroll, I'm not the one to egg on

If it boils down to shells, we've been hardened, why we head strong

You thought it'd go over easy, now you running, you were dead wrong

Now he scared tryna parlay with me and he's the one y'all bet on

Y'all invest with long shots sniper bullets go through kevlar

All these stares will make me spiral not the one to step on

22, the guns extended, Derrick Henry stiff arm