Active (feat. Kevin Gates)

أَعُوذُ بِاللّهِ مِنَ الشَّيطَانِ الرَّجِيمِ بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَٰنِ الرَّحِيمِ الْحَمْدُ لِلَّهِ رَبِّ الْعَالَمِينَ الرَّحْمَٰنِ الرَّحِيمِ مَالِكِ يَوْمِ الدِّينِ إِيَّاكَ نَعْبُدُ وَإِيَّاكَ نَسْتَعِينُ اهْدِنَا الصِّرَاطَ الْمُسْتَقِيمَ صِرَاطَ الَّذِينَ أَنْعَمْتَ عَلَيْهِمْ غَيْرِ الْمَغْضُوبِ عَلَيْهِمْ وَلَا الضَّالِّينَ آمين الله أكبر Uh, Luca Brasi Louis V, used to be they treated me like Dave Chappelle Day to day, I got my weight up, heavyweight, I weigh the scale Trap or die, how we survive and organize, you go to jail My lil' young bitch a gangsta, how I keep it, that's my, yeah (that's my, yeah) Any other bitch gon' bail when they find out, you can't make bail (you can't make bail) Been spinnin' before you ever placed your love with someone else Bread winner, alumni status, told my brother ain't nothin' else I'm in that industry, they diggin' me, got stripes under my belt Biscayne, by the beach, I got money in my reach (I do) My chick is tatted, Dior flaggin', got my black Amiri jeans (ooh) Bitch bad, if I don't like the way she act, then I'ma leave (yeah) Drop a bag and get you seen, park the whip, hop out on feet (boom-boom, boom-boom) I'm a big soldier, Coca-Cola, bring that water to a boss Smell the odor, drop the yola, let it melt down to the oil Kitchen stove, I'm standin' over, watchin' over Pyrex jars Held it down on prison yards,, court of law, I'm project hog Designer stores inside the mall, rockin' ice, no bodyguard A lot of work, shout out to God, workin' out, my body hard Bullet wounds I'm bearin,' arms tatted, bet my body scarred Goin' hard ain't no facade, exotic whips in my garage Run with niggas who gon' step behind the kid and take they charge I'm in charge, got some shit around my wrist, two hundred large If I stretched 'em, let the Lord forgive 'em, bitch, 'cause I'm not sorry (I'm not) I be swaggin' all on campus, I'm in college, takin' classes Did the Urkel, lookin' nerdy, sellin' birds, I'm rockin' glasses In the trenches of Atlanta, jumpin' out the back of Phantoms Everybody 'round me strapped I'll nail a shit and we got hammers (yeah) Everybody 'round me stamped, show paperwork Now check my jacket (ah-ooh) I get active, I get active I get active, I get active I get active, I get active I get active, I get active Everybody 'round me stamped, show paperwork Now check my jacket A three-time convicted felon, money long, and I get active Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High Will rest in the shadows of the Almighty I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress" A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand But it will not come near you You will only observe with your eyes And see the punishment of the wicked If you say and believe, "The Lord is my refuge" And you make the Most High your dwelling No harm will overtake you (King) Lord, forgive 'em For the shit they say about me, they don't know me They wouldn't play if they knew 80 niggas'll take these charges for me Hard to jam it when you know what I came from Hear a whole Hip-Hop dawg it from me Hard to send me, you're into that bullshit, if a real guarantee guard it to me Started sellin' yay in the sixth grade, if you hatin', bet your heart is timid Started bailin', when you see me in a crew-SR, cold-hearted felon Target melons, that's what we did, and that day they spray, you started yellin' Started tellin' but on IG, you hard as hellin' I'ma tell you somethin' serious, nigga Come in here tryna boost your career Ain't common, dear, I'ma commandeer the situation Treat him like a hunting deer in the frontier Listen, I been king 21 years Took losses, never shed one tear That's 'cause even when the future unclear Confidence, I always had a ton up here Sucka niggas, we ain't fond of here Mommas, please, don't bring your sons up here Just because he thinks it's fun up here He gon' have to raise his gun up here You don't raise 'em right, they gon' lay 'em right down Make 'em pipe down, yeah, yeah Treat 'em like a clown in a night gown Catch 'em slippin', get his nose wipe down Pullin' up in those Goose so clean Still politickin' with some dope fiend Probably tellin' me to keep my nose clean Lookin' like I'm droppin' off a whole thing But I ain't touched the shit since the 90's All the trappin', I done put behind me, but my inner circle still hella grimy So I ever go broke, you know where to find me Like a Peloton, I'm forever ridin' I'm a legend, nigga, I ain't never dyin' When the pressure was on, I ain't never hide Even when the bullshit was set aside Bet I will deal with whoever died Retaliation of the frontline, now the elevation of my mind Got a nigga tryna make myself calm down Still memories of the energy of liftin' guns up and kickin' doors in Hopped off the porch, ten toes in, many called, but a few chosen A nigga bark like a bull mastiff, but bite like a lil' Lassie I get active, can't touch me without getting stuck Like a motherfuckin' cactus I get active, I get active I get active, I get active I get active, I get active I get active, I get active, I get active Everybody 'round me stamped Show paperwork, now check my jacket A three-time convicted felon, money long, and I get active