Rambo

Tired of the trouble though it never make me tremble

I wanna know what your mind wonders, what language do you remember

Injured by the hustle, a cannon without the ammo

Thought life was better when I was nothing

Soldiers covered in camo and we attacking like Rambo

Never giving up on what we stand for

Someday when I'm done I can return to where I'm from

I keep imposters on the run until they're blinded by my halo

Royce copped the bag telling me to drop the payload

Call me the new plague I'm setting up a second Waco

Cult leader, truth seeker, Manson or Canseco

Power hitter out the parkway